The Recurring Dream

In all my years, I’ve had a single recurring dream. I have this same dream a few times a year.

I’m older. I’m in my father’s home in the mountainous, and difficult to reach, village. My father is living with me, but not my mother, my brother, or my husband. I’m working in my father’s vegetable garden — which feels like it’s our sole source of food.

Then, a flying object flies past the village. Sometimes I see this as an alien UFO, sometimes as an enemy combatant fighter jet. And I have the same thought each time: “They’re here, they reached this place too“.

Village under the mountain
Village under the mountain” by Quinn Dombrowski. Licensed under the CC-BY-SA 2.0.

From this point, the dreams drift to different storylines, sometimes with terrestrial enemies, and sometimes with extra-terrestrial ones. But that first part of the dream is always the same. It’s always the starting point. The general feeling I get from these dreams is that the world is in chaos, there is war, and my father’s village is the only place to hide, and live a hard, but peaceful life. Until they arrive there too…

A psychologist would say that the dream simply represents my fears about the modern world, and where I’d naturally go hide from it, or something to that effect. But it just feels so much more than that. It feels like a future to me, not just a scenario of my subconscious to just get me prepared in the case of an actual war. Paranoia or not, I’d like to think that there’s a place for me to hide. Makes me feel safer.


Jim wrote on December 17th, 2010 at 7:16 PM PST:

I have dreams of reoccuring places. These places I dreamed of as a child and at age 57 still dream of. They are so vivid to me. I don’t know that dreams hold special meanings, but maybe it is a window into another dimension. So they may exist, but not in the reality we now?
I don’t know, but I hope you enjoy the time with your Dad and your garden is productive and delicious.

jeff wrote on December 18th, 2010 at 4:36 PM PST:

You know, your dream makes a great trailer 🙂

glenn wrote on December 21st, 2010 at 6:54 AM PST:

There’s some truth to what jeff wrote but i could also see it as the prologue or opening sequence to a very interesting film. The serene, solitude of a mountainous village. Your character’s clothes are modest…her boots are worn. She works very hard tending to the land, with hand tools that are loaded into a small, wooden cart. The mid-afternoon sun glistens off a sharpened, metal spade. The entire scene looks like it could take place in the today or a hundred years ago…until the shimmering, glistening light grows bigger…a loud, humming sound emerges from over the mountain top…it is followed by a saucer-like airplane. Through narration, your character’s voice says, “They’re here, they reached this place too.”

Then maybe the destruction of her village, perhaps in slow motion. The large olive tree where you father’s hammock hung is disintegrated into a blazing fireball. Your character flees into the hills, fighting fear and remorse and regret and every instinct she has to return to the serenity she once knew…

Something like that could be a very strong opening to an alien invasion movie. An average woman of average means, just wanting to ignore the events of the world, is forced to react. Perhaps she joins a resistance group…perhaps she is captured and the entire film becomes a story of a modern day holocaust…perhaps she is already captured after the prologue and this is her recurring dream/memory throughout the film…who knows but it does have some potential.

Jon wrote on December 22nd, 2010 at 8:10 PM PST:

As a child I had a recurring dream. A few similar things to your dream too. This was by my house and my brother was showing me how to use a large weapon [changed per dream]. Then something large would come out of the woods and attack [changed per dream] My brother would have a weapon and start defending as I would run under the porch. Obviously I looked to my older brother to protect me. I don’t have this dream anymore.

Mirko wrote on December 25th, 2010 at 6:03 AM PST:

that’s why I’m searching home in a more unaccessible place 😀 … no luck at the moment… Greek people is starting to annoying me after 10 weeks of research, I could only find expensive piles of stones…they call them “traditional houses”

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