Last night and 2 days before, I made very strong dreams, full of meaningful warnings. It seems my subconscious wanted to alert me about some things I had tried to leave aside for years… I hadn’t made such dreams for a long time. They linked my present to my past, wakening some of my ancient fears: studies, army time, woods and wild animals. Last night: As usual, a lot of events happening very fast, me leaving Uni at the end of my studies, which were partially failed, then looking for a job, meeting some officers I knew from the army, and trying to convince them to have me join in, pointing out that I was getting old, and that I needed backup from their influence.
Three days ago: I was visiting Europe again, filming wonderful woods on a sunny day. Long curly paths up in the hills, beautiful light shining through the foliage, and… I noticed some castle ruins, just above the path I was on.
I thought I had to visit them, and while I was getting close, I heard some weird noises, like some of a big mass moving around. I thought it could be some stones from the ruins sliding down. Then I felt a movement above me (the path was like 2 meters lower than the side of the hill), looked up and saw a huge white furry mass among the stones and the roots of the trees. It was a back of something. It slowly moved round, to reveal the face of a wolf. It stared at me, and started growling, showing his sharp teeth in a heinous smile, lips rolled up. I said to myself it was a good idea to postpone the ruins visit, slowly moved a few steps back, paying attention to the monster’s movements. It hadn’t decided to attack me, it seems, so I started walking back the path, an eye in my back, conscious it wouldn’t be good for me to run. But then, I heard it moving among the ruins, and little after, felt the ground shake from his steps as it started to leap down! I picked up a stick and took out my pocket knife lol. And I run! I run so fast, and I knew ir was not enough! I got to the open side of the mountain I was on, the path was in front of me, meandering down. My steps were light, I was fast, and began to jump down, cutting the corners… The white wolf was still on my track, rushing after me, and getting closer. I then decided to fly. Fly down, as I can usually do when I am chased, or that I want to get a better view of the world. I had even time to give a call on my mobile phone, to some friend, who was waiting for me in the village at the foot of the mountain. He called for some help, and it was a Polish girl I know, Meg, who answered, saying she would be there to deal with our trouble. I got to the village (a really nice one, btw, with old stones and narrow streets), found my friend, and as I was asking where Meg was, the huge white wolf that was just behind me, jumped on us, opening wide his jaw to grab our ridiculously small necks. Meg appeared, like out of a dimension hole, and in the snap of a thin short swords, slaughtered the beast!
It did « Ziiiip! » and it is over! I sort of asked her where she got such a powerful weapon. She mumbled something like:
– I bought it from the women’s weapon market.
Oh, so that’s why it took her so long… she was in another part/dimension of the world, doing some shopping…
First time I remember I was saved by someone, by a girl, and by a person I can identify as really existing. Interesting…
As for the meaning of those dreams, it’s pretty obvious: I fear oldness, poverty, lack of a career and of roots, and that the circle of my life ends in the fear of my childhood and teenager’s nightmares… pas très reluisant tout ça… Hmm…