war, blood, dog, soldier, wednesday's event
in my case, where prophetic dreams are concerned, usually its very metaphorical. but wednesday 23rd april was definately a turning point in my life. -let it be known that the german shepherd we are actually looking after is my nan's, and it's terrified of thunder, we also run a labrador breeding programme-
on the previous monday, i dreamt i was a soldier maybe in today's army with the exception of the flak cannon...and i was running behind my platoon with a phone, and i was filming the action with it. to my left as i was running, was the artillary squadron, who were firing their cannons at the russians. -i assumed they were russian because of the fur hats they were wearing, it was overcast-then i filmed a german shepherd running towards the cannons, i saw teh exact same thing twice, so when i woke up it was imprinted in my head...i heard my commander shouting my middle name and i ran to him, 3 of us dove into a barn only to see that on each side of the barn the walls were missing and the russians saw us. i suddenly felt as if i was about to die, but the russians were trying to load their rifles with gun powder so we immediately crawled into some shallow trenches that were behind us. next moment, there's a russian fighting with my mate on the ground, gaining the upper hand, i reached the bag that was next to me, full of M1 Carbines, but when i took it out, it was light and seemed wooden and only had one shot. so i shot the russian in the shoulder, and thrust the butt of teh rifle up into his chin and knocked him off my mate. then i hit him repeatedly and ripped a stick out of his hand, which he was defending himself with? he stopped moving. i looked up to see the soldiers in my platoon watching me and my hands began shaking, blood on them, and i had to crouch down to stop from passing out. i suddenly felt a sense of acceptance within the group, so i tucked my cross back into my camo's with my dogtags. the ground was muddy and the sky was grey but i wasn't cold and i didnt feel dirty.
so back in the barn with the battle over and walls ironically back in place, my commander, another soldier (possibly the one i saved) and myself, were joking and laughing when another female soldier started bad mouthing us to our faces. we felt uncomfortably amused and thought none of it. there was s ense that she was pitiful and shouldn't be there at all, like she didn't belong because she hadn't proved herself.
role call. i couldn't find my pants or my boots. i asked the commander and he said "behind those puppets near the window." i made some sort of remark that made the men snicker in amusement. i looked out of the window and saw my cat, in the doorway of a little white house not 20 meters away from me, and water was trickling out of the kitchen and down the steps, so i went to itsomehow with my patns and boots on. i walked inside to my left and saw a seemingly devious old lady cooking. she said "i made you dinner and desert!" i said "i must be in heaven." then she mentioned soemthing about her dead husband who was a soldier too. i swore she was evil but thought nothing of it. she then wanted me to pay for my desert, and when i checked my coins, they were 50c coins with war memorials and "coming home 1939-1945" imprinted on them. she kept trying to get me to pay with those ones but i wouldnt give them to her. i paid with 10 cent coins instead. she then gave the desert to another woman.
so with this dream vividly imprinted in my mind, especailly the german shepherd in the war zone, i sat at teh computer reading emails, and a thunder storm was coming. i hear our dogs going berserk so i'm thinking dad must be coming home, but he is still up the back of the property with a customer. i go outside to see Holly, the german shepherd, hanging upside down by her leg in the dog run. i rushed over thinking "stupid bloody thing" until i got in there and saw blood everywhere, teh dog in the run next to her had pups so she was trying to eat Holly alive...which was a terrifying thing to see actually, and Holly's leg had somehow weaved itself between the fencing and i couldn't dislodge it, her leg felt broken, and it was cut open, i coudnlt get it out, i started to panic, i was crying and screaming for dad, i held Holly upright so she could breathe, she must have been in shock aswell because she wasn't making any sounds, she just looked at me, crying pathetically as i tried to do that and keep the other dog from eating her. i kept screaming for my dad, i was holding her up for atleast 6 minutes before he came racing back in the car. he burst in and somehow managed to get her down. he took her off me and put her down, she was fine, just needed stitches. and teh cracking in her legs was because she had bad hips. my hands were shaking and were covered in blood. dad had actually fractued his wrist trying to get back to me. i guess i cried because i felt helpless and all i could do was hold all 30 kilo's of her up. it aint much but with shock, adrenaline and exhaustion it gets heavy. it wasnt until later that same day i remembered my dream. the cannons like thunder, the german shepherd, shaky bloody hands. my cousin tried to reassure me that i did everything i could have, but going into teh military, if it had been another soldier, what would i have done? i still belive that God instills these dreams in us for a reason, and now that i've experience real panic i'll know how to deal with it in the future. i wish i could interpret these dreams before the thing happens, but i guess there's no learning experience in that.
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04-23-2008, 06:57 PM
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