Hmm, I think I’ll start documenting some of my dreams for the hell of it.
So I had this dream two years ago.
‘I was in my bedroom, just relaxing on my bed. Suddenly two small children entered through the open doorway. They were siblings, though they didn’t tell me that, but knowledge comes automatically in dreams. The sister looked to be around 8 or 9 years old, whilst the little brother was 5 or 6 (but I am awful at discerning age in people, so don’t take my word for it).
Anyways, they were dressed in the manner of fashion one would expect to see in the victorian era. Or early ‘90s at the latest, though, again, I automatically knew they were of the first.
The sister was quite talkative - she didn’t smile much, mind you - but she seemed quite open and quirky and just happy to talk at all with someone. She told me their names, though I’ve forgotten them regrettably, and she told me they were French immigrants that had artived to live in England.
The little brother, on the other hand, didn’t speak at all, seemingly fine to stand by his sister’s side and let her do all the talking. He seemed quite forlorn, with big dark eyes. Maybe he was just shy… but again, I knew he was… affected by something. It’s been two years and I still remember how sad and murky his eyes looked.
The sister explained how they had died because of a house fire (they had lived in the same house I am now living in). She also, randomly, stops smiling and points to the corner of the ceiling of my room, telling me, “Beware of the dark one.”
Suffice to say, I quickly made my way dowstairs where my mom was washing the dishes in the kitchen. I told my mom how there were these two children (whom had followed me downstairs too and stood watching us).
I could sense my mom wasn’t believing me, and she turned halfheartedly to amuse me, but then she actually saw the children and she became very pale and started shaking. She turned her gaze away from them, and instructed me sharply, “Don’t look at them! If you don’t give them attention they will go away!”’
Well, that’s when the dream ended. I remember feeling this deep sorrow when I woke up (I embarrassingly even had a few tears in my eyes) though I don’t know why. I mean… yeah, I do believe in some way in the paranormal, but it was a very strange if sudden dream.
I’ve never dreamed of them again, and to this day I still think of the two kids, and wonder if they’ve actually existed.
Same meal as a few days back but with raw bean sprouts and tempeh. I used cauliflower last time and passed on the tempeh. I fast daily, four years by 11/11 Raw vegan meal. Fasting for 23 hours now. Sprouts (#enzymes) Avocado (#lipids), #tempeh (40grams #protein) yeast , (#b12) and more protein) Coconut #aminos (more protein aminos for synthesis) and hot sauce. Health is the greatest wealth.