I was afraid to post this dream I had. I was 50, had a young wife and small children, I remember having a locket around my neck. I was in the woods with my father, who was close to 80. It was Civil War II we were fighting and the bad guys were closing in. All I remember is I had an M1 Garand (or maybe the M1 carbine) and .45 (like my grandfather had at Normandy) and I remember saying to my Dad, “if we make it to the Blazer, we’ll be OK.” We made it, fired it up and escaped. I woke up in a cold sweat with my heart racing. Is this our future? I did not tell this dream outside my mother and father.
Cool, it sounds intense, I bet you never forget that dream, I don’t know what dreams like that (more accurately, of that level of detail and intensity) mean, but they stay on our minds for years.
I’m still trying to figure out how dreams of decades ago, could raise such lingering thoughts and feelings and such a strong desire to know where it came from, what caused it, it’s purpose or meaning, the why of it.