A Dream
November 27th 2021
I wanted to share with you (more specifically two people that were mentioned in it) this dream.. I'm not entirely sure why I had it, yet I sort of do. I’ve typed it up as a story, just to explain a little more in detail what was going on in the dream. It took me about an hour and fifteen minutes to type up, before I went back to sleep.
This is what happened…..
The dream starts by me waking to the sound of crackling wood, burning away on a fire. It wasn't just any normal fire, it was long, rectangular and very familiar. I suddenly started to focus and notice that my surroundings were that of a long house, as if it were some sort of Viking tv series episode. There was no music, I could hear in the distance a raven, calling and squawking outside. I take another glance around as my eyes start to focus a little more clearly, I'm dressed in that of a cloth tunic, leather armor with animal fur draped over my shoulders. I slowly start to rise and stumble, half asleep I proceed out toward a door way with the sun, slightly shimmering through what I can only describe as a make shift cloth curtain, covering the doorway. I push my hand through the cloth curtain, now I'm looking from a first person perspective as I do so. The light gets suddenly bright and it's hard to see. It's not long before my eyes once again start to focus, as I see an elderly man in front of me with his back turned to face me. He two was wearing similar clothing, furs, leather and cloth, similar to what Jon Snow in Game of Thrones. It wasn't cold, yet it was cooler outside. There was no rain, no snow, it was sunny and you could see various animal life, hear birds, even catch a glimpse of butterflies.. but I was more focused on recognizing the man that had his back to me. Drawn to him almost, as if I knew him. Something told me it was my long lost father, deep in my heart. I felt happiness, joy and confusion all at the same time.
"Justin" he spoke as he slightly turned his head, noticing my presence. He moved the axe that was sitting beside him and placed it on the ground "Come!” He said. “Sit down.", he continued as he was patting the empty space on the large log beside him, with the palm of his hand.
I instantly recognized his voice and happily walked quickly over to sit next to him.
"Have you been well father?" I asked him cheerfully, yet slightly embarrassed as I was uncertain as to why I called him “father”.
"Valhalla has been good to me, my boy."
"This is a dream isn't it dad?” I regretted to ask, slightly mist, already knowing it to be the true.
He laughed "Yes, but there is something I need to tell you." he stated.
I looked at him curiously.
"What your sister said was wrong and you have every right to be angry with her. But there are others that need your attention."
I felt a little more curious yet, worried by what he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked him "Who?"
"Hmm" he murmured, "I think you know who I mean." he stated whilst smiling.
He got up with a drinking horn in his right hand and walked over to a part of the fire that was still smoldering in front of us, then tipped out what water he had left in his drinking horn. It was a horn with a flat bottom and a curved handle, made out of metal. The smoldering ashes made a hissing sound as the water hit it, but it did not extinguish the fire.
"Look out for them both boy." he insisted "She loves you and I know how important they are to you."
Even though I now know who he was talking about, I did not see either of them in the dream. I felt their warmth on my heart, I remember that feeling being vivid and prominent while I was dreaming. It felt like my heart was smiling.
Not long after, he pulled a chain mail hood over his head and walked back inside through the same cloth curtain covered doorway as I came through earlier. I then heard the sound of what I can only describe as some sort of an alarm being raised, in the form of a deep sounding horn, like that in Assassin’s Creed Valhalla or the tv show Vikings.
I turned my head quickly around and saw my face with long braided, salt and pepper hair, with the same stubble I have now.
“Dad?? What’s going on??” I bellowed back to my father.
I received no reply, no answer. After seeing a look of sheer confusion and uncertainty on my face, suddenly, I woke up.-End.
I have no idea who or what was coming, but I have a few theories as to what, why and who. As this is only a dream, one I would like to think it has a bit more meaning behind it than having any form of connection to the physical world. I feel it would ruin the meaning of the dream, not to mention the joyous feelings it stirred within me if I mentioned any speculated thoughts.
I do feel my dad was telling me something, or at the very least trying to tell me something. Once again, I have ideas what he was trying to say and I have theories as to why. I just can't quite put my finger on it.
The ironic thing was that when I woke up, it was exactly at 12am, the 28th of November (today as of typing out this dream) which is dads birthday.. I'm not so sure what it all means, like I said, I have my theories and I can take a guess, but it made me a little concerned but incredibly happy at the same time when I actually woke up... naturally.. I had to type it up and record it down. I was still wearing my Nicorette patch when I woke up.