The Dream

There I was concerned for my safety, he was an immediate threat. What could I do? watch and learn... He was menacing, dangerous and a threat to the people I was near. 

I knew I'd never been in this place before and understood that it was another dream.

They were a large Italian family living in a classic expansive home with a lot of heavy antique furniture. The feel of the home was comforting, although the sense of foreboding was almost overwhelming. 

Why? 

Then I saw him with precise and controlled strokes, carving something into the side of the bureau in the bedroom. The knife he used was short with a heavy curved blade, something like you would use to skin an animal.

As I watched silently pondering his actions I could tell that I was a spectator, part of my dream. As he finished, turned and casually left the room he looked over his shoulder. 

I contemplated, was he here for me?

Looking at the carving I could not make out the elegant script. Going into the bathroom I found a washcloth, moistened it and returned to the carving on the bureau. Wiping the moist cloth across the aptly skilled carvings the inscribed words popped...

"It all starts today"

Was the carving from an accomplished craftsman or a killer? 

Yes, I am consciously aware that this is a dream although I'm trying to stay in control of the story line in my subconscious. 

Moving forward into the initial interaction with the matriarch of the family. 

As I'm explaining to her what I've seen she immediately starts to reach out to the "family". As they start to gather one man questions her as to who I am, and the matriarch subdues him trusting in what I've told her. 

Calm she is, strong and concerned. It appears as I look at the faces around me that the patriarch has not been contacted yet. I can see the concern in the matriarch's eyes, although she hides it well from her gathering family. 

I go back to the bureau and attempt to take a picture (on my phone) of the carving. My desire is to text it to the patriarch. I'm surrounded with an overwhelming sense of obligation. Repeatedly my picture attempts fail, I can not get the phone's camera to work. Moving ever so slightly towards an angry frustration I again consciously alter the dream and get the camera to work. 

Next I'm in a large (almost) warehouse size room, that's nicely furnished with elegant antiques. The protagonist family member is at me again questioning my loyalty? Anew the matriarch steps in and talks with me and looks at the photo I am texting to her husband. Once again concern flashes in her eyes, though none of the family can see this. She continues to talk reassuringly to each of the family members present.  Kind of cool how this one woman can keep a family at ease, in the middle of a crisis even when she doesn't yet know the possible outcome. 

Slowly I awaken and as with any dream that needs to be remembered I play it over and over again in my minds eye, saving what appears to be important.

Memories from some of my dreams date back over 40+ years. Although it is said that you can not remember dreams and or interact with them as they are happening. Well this is not true, both are possible and sometimes quite enjoyable.

A few days later as I'm cruising through my phone I click on the pictures icon on my phone. As I'm looking through them I see something surreal, the picture of the statement carved into the side of the bureau...

Makes you stop and ponder....

W