REALLY Weird dream...
Okay I'll give you an update after I write this down, because really its just that kind of dream that holds onto your imagination for a long time.
First off, I wasn't in the dream, it was the dream or "experience" of some young man, he had dark hair, tall I think his name was "Jonathan" though I have no idea why. The setting or his time seemed to be the 1890's, considering how he died during this dream. Okay but that's getting ahead so let me start at the beginning.
We started on a train, with percariously high tracks on a mountain. Jonathan sees a young blonde girl with an older man, the old man was hunched over, with a sickly face though he has a big frame. I remember the train turning hard and Jonathan being nearly thrown out of his seat. So he sits holding onto the seat while the other passengers talk about India, which apparently is where the train is going. He then gets up to check on this blonde girl, he comes up to the cabin of her and the old man and see the man hit her. Then it gets dark like the train went into a tunnel, then the train falls off a cliff, straight down and I could feel the gravity as it fell.
Then Jonathan wakes up, in a place that is like a city, it is sunny, almost tropical with a lagoon full of gondalas, scantily clad girls on islands posing, and he stands on a station platform looking onto this scene. However somehow he knows he is dead and this is purgatory. He thinks about the girl, and wonders what happened to her. However he walks forward and gets onto one of the gondalas that seem to be automatic as they have no driver and go in a regular pattern around the lagoon. He looks at the girls, without anything covering their crotches yet they are sexless, however they are alive and animted and seem to be real people, just sexless. They wave and smile, reach out and touch his hand.
The gondala lands, and as Jonathan climbs off he sees a young brunette girl with freckles and pigtails. She greets him and suddenly grows into a woman, and is joined by a heavyset brown-haired man with a moustache.
The woman says, "Don't you recognize me, its me, Rosie." And yes he does recognize her, and the man is Gilbert. The last time he saw Rosie she was only nine, and Gilbert was his age.
They come up to him and explain how they were lovers, and even married as they lead him down the city street of gleaming buildings. Jonathan is confused as how time could have passed so, Rosie explains time passes differently here. Almost for an example she says Gilbert died nine years ago of cancer, and she died nine months earlier in a car accident. They have a twenty-two year old daughter, and Rosie fears for her and regrets never seeing her grow, but knows she too will one day appear.
Jonathan leaves them, he remembers the blonde girl, and knows she must have died too. He begins walking, and walking, and as he does he picks up what looks like alcoholic drinks from the ground. the city seems to go back farther and farther in time, becoming more run down, and becoming more sinister. People watch him however they don't seem friendly and keep in the shadows.
Somehow he comes to what looks like a farm, with a run down barn. He enters the barn, sees a man sleeping and somehow he is relieved by this. He walks past rows of stalls with pigs in them. Then he sees the blonde girl again, sleeping in a stall, dirty and in a ragged dress. She awakes and seems ashamed.
"I was born here," she says standing up, "and here I cannot get past."
"Why?" he asks.
"Because I cannot forget what they did to me" she answers.
Men are moving in the background, bad men, they're coming to get them. Jonathan draws the girl to him and kisses her, fondles her even, and in a sexual embrace, they glow to a blinding point.
Then I woke up.
I don't know what to think of that, what is on my conscience to form it. Because I have hard time otherwise believing I watched someone's journey through purgatory and their journey to heaven, because I'm not even sure I believe in such things. Maybe that's the problem.
First off, I wasn't in the dream, it was the dream or "experience" of some young man, he had dark hair, tall I think his name was "Jonathan" though I have no idea why. The setting or his time seemed to be the 1890's, considering how he died during this dream. Okay but that's getting ahead so let me start at the beginning.
We started on a train, with percariously high tracks on a mountain. Jonathan sees a young blonde girl with an older man, the old man was hunched over, with a sickly face though he has a big frame. I remember the train turning hard and Jonathan being nearly thrown out of his seat. So he sits holding onto the seat while the other passengers talk about India, which apparently is where the train is going. He then gets up to check on this blonde girl, he comes up to the cabin of her and the old man and see the man hit her. Then it gets dark like the train went into a tunnel, then the train falls off a cliff, straight down and I could feel the gravity as it fell.
Then Jonathan wakes up, in a place that is like a city, it is sunny, almost tropical with a lagoon full of gondalas, scantily clad girls on islands posing, and he stands on a station platform looking onto this scene. However somehow he knows he is dead and this is purgatory. He thinks about the girl, and wonders what happened to her. However he walks forward and gets onto one of the gondalas that seem to be automatic as they have no driver and go in a regular pattern around the lagoon. He looks at the girls, without anything covering their crotches yet they are sexless, however they are alive and animted and seem to be real people, just sexless. They wave and smile, reach out and touch his hand.
The gondala lands, and as Jonathan climbs off he sees a young brunette girl with freckles and pigtails. She greets him and suddenly grows into a woman, and is joined by a heavyset brown-haired man with a moustache.
The woman says, "Don't you recognize me, its me, Rosie." And yes he does recognize her, and the man is Gilbert. The last time he saw Rosie she was only nine, and Gilbert was his age.
They come up to him and explain how they were lovers, and even married as they lead him down the city street of gleaming buildings. Jonathan is confused as how time could have passed so, Rosie explains time passes differently here. Almost for an example she says Gilbert died nine years ago of cancer, and she died nine months earlier in a car accident. They have a twenty-two year old daughter, and Rosie fears for her and regrets never seeing her grow, but knows she too will one day appear.
Jonathan leaves them, he remembers the blonde girl, and knows she must have died too. He begins walking, and walking, and as he does he picks up what looks like alcoholic drinks from the ground. the city seems to go back farther and farther in time, becoming more run down, and becoming more sinister. People watch him however they don't seem friendly and keep in the shadows.
Somehow he comes to what looks like a farm, with a run down barn. He enters the barn, sees a man sleeping and somehow he is relieved by this. He walks past rows of stalls with pigs in them. Then he sees the blonde girl again, sleeping in a stall, dirty and in a ragged dress. She awakes and seems ashamed.
"I was born here," she says standing up, "and here I cannot get past."
"Why?" he asks.
"Because I cannot forget what they did to me" she answers.
Men are moving in the background, bad men, they're coming to get them. Jonathan draws the girl to him and kisses her, fondles her even, and in a sexual embrace, they glow to a blinding point.
Then I woke up.
I don't know what to think of that, what is on my conscience to form it. Because I have hard time otherwise believing I watched someone's journey through purgatory and their journey to heaven, because I'm not even sure I believe in such things. Maybe that's the problem.