old dreams new
It’s late at night on a far- away shore. The moonlight is so strong that flashlights aren’t necessary. I’m not alone- I’m talking to others around me, but I don’t know who they are.
Talking about the stones we’re walking on.
They are black- volcanic, I think. But they aren’t just stones, they are ruins. There is something important here, I can feel it.
The tide is coming in, the waves are crashing. Then, I see it. Something that looks like carving in the stone.
I call the others over. We all begin to examine the stones. Then, for some reason I don’t know, I look up.
A huge, flat, rectangle stone is on the ground. It looks to me like a door. I walk toward it, I walk on it. The waves are crashing louder.
Someone is standing in front of me, a man. An authority. He’s saying we need to go, but we’ll return.
But I don’t want to go. I feel there’s something here I need to know…
I woke from this dream many years ago.
Then today, in class, it all came flooding back to me when Dr. Haagen Klaus showed us pictures of Peru.
And there it was- the rocks, the beach, the flat stone, everything. Ruins soon to be excavated. The only difference was, the picture had been taken during the day.
I talked to him after class about going to Peru, but the next two excavations are full. However, he said he can help me study those ruins for my Master’s.
Literally, a dream come true. I can’t wait.
(*NOTE: I did my best to find stones in my picture archives that look like the ones in my dream, but this was as close as I got. The stones in my dream were all black.)
January 15 2010 08:38 pm | archaeology and college and culture and dreams and education and life and photography and rocks and school and utah
January 15th, 2010 at 9:56 pm
Isn’t it strange, how life will sometimes just step up and gobsmack ya? Follow your dream, Loraine. Don’t give yourself something to look back on when you’re 60 and say, “I wish…”.
January 16th, 2010 at 12:17 pm
Loraine, that’s just spooky-cool! SO happy for you. Someday you will be there again. Someday.
January 18th, 2010 at 5:30 am
How neat to discover what you were dreaming! I’ve always wanted to go to Peru.
January 19th, 2010 at 3:43 pm
The more I live, the less surprised at how many of my older vivid dreams make appearances in the real world. I think the Aboriginies knew a bit more than we did when they spoke of the ‘dream time’.