Hello everybody,

I know the dreams shared doesn't make much sense to you, but believe, they don't make no more sense to me either.

Some dreams are to reveal our fears, and some show us our wishes. Some dreams are meaningless and others can trouble our minds for a very long time.

I've learned that writing them down can help me make sense of it, and can help me to release the dream from my mind when I can't let go of it.

Before I went to sleep on this particular day I asked God a question, and sort of asked him to answer a few things that had been bugging me

I'd asked for the truth to be seen...

The dream: I had gone to Esther's (a friend), and my younger kids, with Charlotte (my eldest), had arrived shortly afterward only to tell me they had left Marijus at mine. I didn't like this and left Esther's immediately to go back to mine. I thought I'd spy on him to see if my suspicions of him were true, him being untrust worthy. I peered through my patio window to see him walking toward me, yet hadn't known I was present.

It was as if I stepped out of that dream straight into another. Instead of being at the home I know, I was standing on the porch of what I call my home. This property, my home was very run down.

I could see how green paint had become flakey to reveal the old dry wood underneath and I strongly felt as if I was on a property that had been unkept, forgotten, empty for twenty years. From no where many men appeared, as if not there one moment and was the next.

I said to a middle eastern man with a beard "I live here now", speaking as I watched many men, also middle eastern, walk behind and past the bearded man to a barn or outbuilding around the corner from the house. The men started pulling the wooden panels from the side of the barn and took black guns and other weapons that had been hidden within the walls.

I'm pushed into the house by the bearded man and taken to a back room of this shack of a house where there were many people with their hands tied behind their backs and gagged. I'm placed between them and gagged and tied also. I'm very aware of my handbag and seem only concerned about my bag.

I can now see my children sitting on the end of the seat, us all edging the small room.

The bearded man appears again and is calling me Colonel as he walks toward me. I'm to follow him, my hands untied and gag removed from my mouth. I pick up my bag and follow the man through some very narrow hallways to another part of the house. The house is full of these people walking about, all with weapons, laughing and chatting among themselves.

I'm pushed into a small area and told to undress and get into some beige overalls. I asked if I needed to totally undress (underwear too) and the man replied " It doesn't matter where you're going".

Still, I seemed to be really only concerned for my handbag and want it in my presence the whole time.

I'm taken outside the house where I can see men standing at a fence before me. I take a good look around me and remember thinking how I was meant to remember what I was seeing so try to absorb as much of what I saw, as possible. There is a woods before me to the left, in the distance. The early morning mist is thick but I can see this property had lots of land and had to be in the middle of the countryside. I can see lots of children running around, and some with weapons also. I'm then standing at this fence with a few of these men and some words are exchanged although I do not know what was said. One of my sons is running around also with a gun in his hand, a lot of activity about me and weapons being prepared for transportation. I'm led just feet away from where I was standing, a middle eastern woman in western attire and gun started debating with the man beside me. Who was going to kill me was discussed right in front of me. It was as if they couldn't do it. As they was crossing words I heard how a woman, her name said but not remembered, and another man was also to be killed; 3 in all. What ever I said was enough to push the man into hitting me across the face with his weapon as he pushed me down this shaft/hole that had been covered and previously unseen.

I don't hit the bottom, a long way down but instead am quite near the top and on what I believe wooden beams. I felt as if I was in a mine shaft or something, this hole right beside this huge countryside house.

There is fields with corn or something growing nearby because I am in them, maybe just long grass. I must have escaped the shaft as I was lying in the field and crawling so not to be seen. Voices are heard and they are looking for me. I end up in a barn, same barn I saw before I don't know but I see a poster. The poster has many faces on it and they were the hostages I had seen tied and gagged. My children's faces seen also. The poster was of yellow and green and at the top said ' Trinity Fair'. I said trinity fair but the 'fair' is vaque but sense the word as if a knowing maybe. Trinity is as clear as day. The next moment I'm in what I think is a worshipping object. It was of cream/ivory colour and a cold stone yet polished. Square, cube kind of shape that I was able to crawl into to hide. This object being transported with the weapons, and felt as if was on a train of some kind yet no railway line is seen.

The dream ends with me ascending as if become a bird to see from above me, birds eye view of the property. A lane, very long and off a motorway or mainroad leads to this property. I got a strong pulling sensation on my left which tells me it is to the West side of where ever it is, strange because I see it being North/West of England yet the description given of this property does relate to the priory that I've shared about in here before, the grounds Esther and I saw in the research I did about St.Osyth and dreams that had troubled me for a very long time, it was almost identical to that in the dream above.

I did look upwards when I woke from that dream, cursing myself for asking the question...left with images that is very unsettling yet having no relation to me whats so ever.

Grrrrrr!

Dream 2:

It was a long time ago I had this dream, in fact I was drawing the Siberian tiger and Polar bear.

Russians and Iranians shaking hands in the arctic regions...radioactivity under the water, in my dream it was undetected and they were invisible because of their dress code of white only.

Other dreams similar to this are often like a movie and each dream another frame has been given. I've never understood why dreams like this disturb my sleep but I have learned that it isn't TV that influences them because I deliberately don't watch the news. I can't, it hurts to see so much pain about our world and I used to wonder if feeling that hurt when saw helped influence dreams of seeing hurt.

No, it isn't the influence when I've kept what I thought was influencing out of my life.