I had a strange dream today.
I was on a hill and people came and arrested me. They threw me to the ground and laid me on a wooden cross. Then they dragged this cross through the countryside to my sister's farm. There the inhabitants stood at the windows and looked at me in horror. It was not unpleasant for me to be crucified and my interest was the wood the cross was made of. It was noble wood and I admired the structure and wondered why such an expensive wood is used to crucify me. Then I saw a simple coffin made of cheap wood and thought that this wood would have fit better. I was not afraid of what was to come. Then I stood up and saw men who looked like American soldiers in captivity. I told them that I did not understand their language. On foot I continued my way, passing through a small village. There was a small gathering of people and it seemed that they were waiting for me. Suddenly a staircase of stone appeared, which had no end. I climbed the stairs with my dog, who suddenly was at my side. When I looked back, at the bottom of the stairs my late father and my still living mother were standing and laughing with me. No one followed me. The ascent was very difficult and then I woke up. I was quite astonished, I had not dreamt about my father for many years, who died in 2003. For a long time I cannot really remember dreams - this dream was completely clear and I could remember it in its entirety.
I was on a hill and people came and arrested me. They threw me to the ground and laid me on a wooden cross. Then they dragged this cross through the countryside to my sister's farm. There the inhabitants stood at the windows and looked at me in horror. It was not unpleasant for me to be crucified and my interest was the wood the cross was made of. It was noble wood and I admired the structure and wondered why such an expensive wood is used to crucify me. Then I saw a simple coffin made of cheap wood and thought that this wood would have fit better. I was not afraid of what was to come. Then I stood up and saw men who looked like American soldiers in captivity. I told them that I did not understand their language. On foot I continued my way, passing through a small village. There was a small gathering of people and it seemed that they were waiting for me. Suddenly a staircase of stone appeared, which had no end. I climbed the stairs with my dog, who suddenly was at my side. When I looked back, at the bottom of the stairs my late father and my still living mother were standing and laughing with me. No one followed me. The ascent was very difficult and then I woke up. I was quite astonished, I had not dreamt about my father for many years, who died in 2003. For a long time I cannot really remember dreams - this dream was completely clear and I could remember it in its entirety.