aerie dreams: Mountain Village Cobblestone Streets

Friday

Mountain Village Cobblestone Streets

Imagine a village in the mountains somewhere. Cobblestone streets, so I'm thinking Europe.

It's hilly, and the street is narrow. I can't tell what kind of houses because it's so dark, and then I notice that there's a mountain in the center of the city.

I spend some time looking at the mountain, it's a tall peak and the slope is a bit steep to seem reasonable. Also the distribution of snow is in pockets along it's side.

The peak is tall and narrow.

I've never seen a mountain like this and I think it looks unnatural.

My former wife is in the street with me and she's saying that she doesn't think she'll be around much longer.

Aerie Dreams

Dreams, experiences and imaginings that are outside the mainstream.

This is a blog about my dreams which have been very strange.

In at least three instances I dreamed about someone's death and went to work or class the next day and found they were dead.

I dreamed about being on a work crew on Mars, planting trees. The air was barely breathable, we slept in little shacks at night and the death rate was high. One of us had dropped dead the day before and we could not reuse his parka because it had fallen into an alkaline puddle beside our hut.

Sometimes I ask a question and get my answer in a dream, for example I asked why the Soviet Union had collapsed, and received what had been to me an abruptly surprising answer; one that I should have known. I wanted to visit Mars again and was taken to a ridge where I coasted in the dark, watching the wisps of fog drift past and feeling the very deep cold.

Naturally, I have no way of knowing how many of my dreams reflect reality, except for the ones that I have evidence for. How can I tell with the others?

Some of the dreams seemed genuinely psychic; and others were literally out of this world so this is more of a memoir of my nightly excursions into the void than fantasy.

PJ