I had a dream that I still can remember every bit of. A dream that had a huge impact on me. I have tried for so long to understand it. So I thought I could post it here and hear your thoughts about it. I would appreciate it.

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I didn’t believe him.
He told me he had the truth.
-What truth?
He paused and looked straight into my eyes. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.
Damn those eyes.
He took his hand and put it on my head, very gently.
Then he slowly moved the hand in front of my eyes. It went dark.
I couldn’t move.
-Can you see?, he asked me.
And I saw.

I stood on top of a mountain, looking out at the sea.
It was a magnificent sight. I wasn’t afraid, I felt powerful.
-Why am I here, on this mountain?
-Don’t you know?
-No, please tell me.
-You are the King of the sea.
I straightened my back, looked out at the sea once more, but now with immense determination.
-Yes, I am, I remember now.
I raised my arms up towards the sky, like I was going to embrace the world.
I then closed my eyes and turned my palms towards the sky.
All the water around me flew up in the air with an incredible force, causing a terrible noise.

I was now going down a sand/stone road in a car with my loved one.
It was sunny and it was a forest of some kind. We had a good time, chatting and laughing.
All of a sudden a man was beside the road, he was dark; the only thing I could see clearly was his eyes,
the rest was like a blur, but I could see that he was dressed all in dark.
Those eyes, they were piercing through my soul, I felt afraid and very uneasy.
-Did you see that man by the road?
-No honey, what man?
As I turned my head forward again I was now on a bicycle, going the opposite direction.
My wife was riding on my right side. I couldn’t grasp the situation.
All I could think of was that man and I didn’t want to see him again.
But there he was.
As I turned I could see the man appear behind me. He was raising his hand to throw something.
I was afraid that he would hit my wife, so i stopped the bike and shouted at him.
He interrupted the throw, and something landed by my feet. I looked at it and it was a glass candle holder;
just like the ones my wife used to create as a hobby. I raised my head and looked at the dark man,
but now I didn’t feel afraid anymore. His eyes was now kind, I could see tears slowly moving down his face.
I didn’t understand.

... then I woke up.

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I get the chills just thinking about it, why does this dream affect me so?


Thank you for reading!
-NB