About Dreams

Do you happen to have vivid and/or weird dreams?

It is said that if you remember such a dream even after decades, it means it really happened.

Two examples of such vivid dreams here.

1. I had that dream in the 1990s. In the dream, it was 2021. There was a library at the top of a very tall building. I flew there and got to the music section. I thought I would check what they had on Led Zeppelin. I looked through the files - there was plenty of music data and information related to some strange ethnic bands whom I had never heard of, but nothing about Led Zeppelin. I couldn't believe it. I was astonished - no band names or singers I recognized.

Why did I think about Led Zeppelin in that dream? I do not know.

2. That dream came about 10 years later. I could see bright, white light all around me, and I was part of that light at the same time. I could feel total calmness, peace, joy, and happiness. It felt so very good, and I wanted it to last forever. 

I thought to myself, "I don't want to wake up".

At the very moment, I heard a voice said, "You have to".

And I did wake up at once. It was very disappointing. At least I felt like that - I was disappointed the dream ended.

In my dreams I happen to go through walls, fly to the outer space, create things and make them appear with the power of my mind. Once, I went back to the year 1917 and people there asked me who would win WW1. Then, still in the same dream, I moved to 1956 and was asked again what would the future bring. In both cases I answered "it is not for me to tell".

Another time, while watching a movie on TV,  I was able to put my hands through the television screen and take from the film set whatever I liked there. It was so cool. I wish I could do it all in real.

On the other hand, the dreams I like best are the ones when I am able to heal people and animals, or bring a dry and dead plant back to life, make it green again. It all - just with the touch of my hands.

M for Mason County

A few years ago, when I started reading a genealogy-type book dedicated to the people who lived in the County, somehow, I found several names quite familiar. No, I had not come across them before, but the more I read about some of the early pioneers, the more it felt as if I had known them before. And it was like meeting them again.

 

When I looked at a photograph included in the book (a family, parents with their children), I felt great sadness. What was more, the one girl looked familiar. Why? I do not know. Maybe because she looked a bit like my mom when she was little? Or maybe not. No, I did not know then who those people were. So I looked closer to find out. The family in the photo was Friedrich Heinrich Kensing, his wife Mathilda, and their children. The "familiar" girl was the oldest child of Mr. and Mrs. Kensing. Bertha.

In Mason, TX

Subsequently, I started researching and writing about those early pioneers. On my blog, you can find quite a few posts dedicated to them.

I am not related to those persons. It is just that feeling of undefined connection. Does it have anything to do with what I mentioned in my previous post "H for Hill Country"? Did we know each other in my previous life? Who knows.

We visited Mason sometime ago. No special sentiments there, though. I liked the old city center, but it is the hills and the countryside that talk to me more.

Mason County Courthouse

PS
By the way, do you know that the first flush toilet* in Mason County was installed in the Mason County Courthouse?

*"Yesterday in The Texas Hill Country" by Gilbert Jordan, Texas A&M University Press, College Station and London, 1979
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"My Texas Alphabet" is quite a personal summary of our hitherto life in Texas.

H is for...

 

The letter H is for two things in the second edition of "My Texas Alphabet".

The first one is the Hill Country with its beautiful vast land, fresh air, plenty of deer and other critters, and our day trips.

 When I was little, I drew people dressed in 19th-century-type clothes, ladies in long dresses, and men with top hats and cloaks around their arms. There were also single hills in the background. My teacher laughed at those hills. She said they looked like haystacks. Well, I agree the hilly areas of Poland look different indeed. Anyway, my work was laughed at in the classroom, I got ashamed and never drew those people and landscape again.

Decades later, when still in Poland and with no faintest idea or desire to leave the country, I was told by a psychic that in my previous life in the 1850s, I had lived in the very south of the US. Frankly speaking, I did not take it seriously, so I did not give any thought to that at all then. All in all, soon, I totally forgot about the psychic and her reading.

When I came to the Hill Country, in a strange way it felt like coming home. I found the hills, vast landscape, and views somehow familiar. Then, I recalled my early childhood drawings and the psychic message. Maybe I did live here before? Or maybe not?

The other alphabet "H" is History.
We love learning about the history of the Land, its places, and its people.

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"My Texas Alphabet" is quite a personal summary of our hitherto life in Texas.