Posey Gilbert
Paranormal Maven
My oldest and strangest dream.
This dream is one of the first dreams I remember.
I know I had to be very young because Ralph was not born yet and I was the baby in the house then and I don't think I was talking then or I would have asked my mother about it.
In this dream I was an old woman dressed in black wearing a black scarf and shawl.
I was walking on a long dusty road behind other old ladies we were scared and silent as we walked.
Their were men with guns walking in front and behind us.
Where I was I could see there were other people younger than my group walking ahead of us they wore black too some were carrying their children or either held their child's hand but there was no noise but the sound of nature and shuffling feet.
It was a beautiful day and beautiful scenery but the mood was so glum.
As I was walking I came upon an apple tree with these big baking apples I think they were called on it.
I looked up at them thinking how much I would like one but dared not try to reach for one.
There was a commotion behind me but I dare not turn around to look I knew just to keep walking.
The soldier beside me fell back to help the others I guess, and that was when I noticed there was one of these apples along the road side I quickly stooped to scoop it up.
As I did this a young soldier stepped from behind the tree adjusting himself and looked at me as I tried to hide the apple under my shawl.
I looked at him but his face was gentle toward me and seemed a little embarrassed.
He had blond hair blue eyes and I thought,
"My God you could be my grand son and here you are marching me to my death"
At the same time I was seeing through the young soldiers eyes and was thinking,
"My god you could be my Oma and here I am marching you to your death."
In that instant I knew I was the both of them.
Then I heard the returning soldier call to me "the young soldier' and asked why we were not walking.
"this clumsy old woman stumbled and almost fell" I lied watching her hide the apple.
"Walk on you clumsy old cow" I snapped at her and I "the old lady" walked on and the dream ended.
Some years later as I was watching the twentieth century, I suddenly and finally understood what that strange long ago dream had been about.
This dream is one of the first dreams I remember.
I know I had to be very young because Ralph was not born yet and I was the baby in the house then and I don't think I was talking then or I would have asked my mother about it.
In this dream I was an old woman dressed in black wearing a black scarf and shawl.
I was walking on a long dusty road behind other old ladies we were scared and silent as we walked.
Their were men with guns walking in front and behind us.
Where I was I could see there were other people younger than my group walking ahead of us they wore black too some were carrying their children or either held their child's hand but there was no noise but the sound of nature and shuffling feet.
It was a beautiful day and beautiful scenery but the mood was so glum.
As I was walking I came upon an apple tree with these big baking apples I think they were called on it.
I looked up at them thinking how much I would like one but dared not try to reach for one.
There was a commotion behind me but I dare not turn around to look I knew just to keep walking.
The soldier beside me fell back to help the others I guess, and that was when I noticed there was one of these apples along the road side I quickly stooped to scoop it up.
As I did this a young soldier stepped from behind the tree adjusting himself and looked at me as I tried to hide the apple under my shawl.
I looked at him but his face was gentle toward me and seemed a little embarrassed.
He had blond hair blue eyes and I thought,
"My God you could be my grand son and here you are marching me to my death"
At the same time I was seeing through the young soldiers eyes and was thinking,
"My god you could be my Oma and here I am marching you to your death."
In that instant I knew I was the both of them.
Then I heard the returning soldier call to me "the young soldier' and asked why we were not walking.
"this clumsy old woman stumbled and almost fell" I lied watching her hide the apple.
"Walk on you clumsy old cow" I snapped at her and I "the old lady" walked on and the dream ended.
Some years later as I was watching the twentieth century, I suddenly and finally understood what that strange long ago dream had been about.
