Okay, I’m sure a lot of y’all will think I’m crazy, but your post brought to mind an experience that happened to me this past March.
I had gone for a type of hypnotherapy session that I have done for the last 3 years with the same practitioner. I had never had anything strange happen during the sessions like what happened then. While I was “under,” I started seeing things. Stuff I could have never imagined in my life. Things I had never even seen in movies. It finally got so bizarre that I spoke up and asked her, “What is a ‘broadside?’ I mean, I know what it means if you get broadsided by a car….but why are all these people screaming ‘Broadside!’?” She had no idea what I was talking about, so I started telling her what I was seeing. I was standing on the deck of an old-timey sailing ship, looking across the water at another massive tall wooden ship with sails, painted in a blue-ish gray and white with at least 3 (possibly 4) levels of cannon. And then another ship, and another. And then men all around me screaming “Broadside, Lef-tenant! Broadside!” Smoke and gunfire, smoke so thick it was choking my throat and stinging my eyes. A man in a long blue-black coat half-carrying/half dragging another man who was in a red coat with white straps and who was missing both legs at the knees. Bodies laying on the deck. Pieces of bodies on the deck. Looking down at my feet and seeing blood so thick on the deck that it made me slip and almost fall. Men wearing redcoats and strange hats (like top hats) with long rifles. Another man in a long dark coat who seemed to be some type of officer as he had ornamentation on his shoulders and lapels and wearing (what I would call) an outrageously large hat. This man was facing towards me, leaning over some type of rail or equipment, screaming so hard that the tendons were popping out in his neck, and yet I couldn’t make out a sound he was saying. And then, watching a cannonball in slow motion fly over my head, hit the mast, snap it, and the mast and all the rigging fall forward onto the deck and off to the side. (She told me that my head moved, as I was following something flying through the air.) shortly after this, I found myself on a beach where people were picking up bodies on the shore and putting them into litters and carrying them off. I looked down at a body in the sand that was so mangled that I could see the entire spinal column and rib cage exposed.
It was such a horrifying yet fantastic vision that I spent the next 2 weeks researching “famous British naval battles” and “British Navy uniforms” to figure out what I had seen. I was perplexed by the men in the red shirts… of course, I know that “redcoats” are British soldiers, but why were they on this ship? And none of the Navy uniforms I found were red?
Anyway, after hours of reading and watching documentaries, I pieced it all together. Those were the Royal Marines, who were always onboard British Naval ships. The huge ship I saw pointing its cannon towards us (in a “broadside,” I.e., firing all the cannon at once) was either a French or Spanish Man of War. The guy in the large hat was an officer (possibly the Lieutenant everyone was screaming at), and the hat was a clue to the time period, which pointed to the Napoleonic. I have to admit, I have been to Trafalgar Square and I have seen the statue of Lord Nelson, but I had NO idea that Trafalgar was a sea battle! (Yeah, public school pretty much skipped over anything between the Revolution and Civil War.) The last thing I learned was that following this spectacular sea battle, there was an even more spectacular storm which sank many of the ships that had survived the battle and washed the bodies up along the Spanish coast line!
Sorry for the long segue way, but it was definitely one of the most amazing visions I’ve ever experienced.
Far out
That really sounds intense. Did you ever figure out why you had that particular vision when you were under?
Dreams are important..
I guess we need to watch for the red coats and keep our powder dry.
Not sure what your dream means. But that was the message I got.
You could get the same effect by dropping acid and riding Pirates of the Caribbean. (Not from personal experience....)
Wow! Scary!
I have dreams. I don’t understand them but I have two that are always the same, about two old houses, and I have had them since I was little.
In one, it’s around the 1600’s or 1700’s. I’m drawn to the old house in my dream in modern times in a related dream. Apparently, in the 1600’s I was an accused witch and that was my house. People were marching to the house with torches while I was escaping. LOL In the modern dream of this old house, it’s empty because nobody will buy it. They say it’s haunted.
In the second one, my parents have a two-story house. The bottom floor was a separate apartment. What nobody knew was that there was an underground part, and I was always told to go there if “something bad happened”.
Both are nuts but I have both dreams almost annually and I have never seen either house.
The scariest dreams I ever had was not that long ago. Before I retired, when I looked at a woman at work, I had a terribly afraid feeling for her and when I looked at her, I had chest pains. One day out of the blue I told her she needed to go to the doctor because something was wrong with her heart. She just laughed. A week later they took her to the hospital because she was having a heart attack.
When I was pregnant in the 70’s I took a nap one afternoon and had a dream that a tornado was going to hit. When I went to bed the sun was shining. In my dream I went to the basement when the tornado was close. I woke up and it was dark. I saw an antenna go flying by the window. I went to the kitchen and saw it hit and obliterate the house behind us. I did what I did in the dream. I went to the basement and got under the stairs. I sat under there and watched a two-story colonial brick house sway over my head. It ended up being one of the only houses not hit but the windows blew out. Glass everywhere!
Now, I don’t believe in haunted places, witches, seeing the future, or past lives so I don’t know why I have these dreams. The two house dreams have been happening since I was little.
Their sailors were much better trained and motivated
While their cannon were smaller....they were more maneuverable in elevation, direction and waster to re load.
Aimed at the masts of the opposing ships.