A prophetic dream. Men's tears.

Prophetic Dream Men’s Tears

– Listen, I saw some kind of nonsense. I went fishing for the weekend with an overnight stay. Everything as usual – silence, peace, no one around. And you know, for me that’s the main thing.

I lit a fire – put on the fish soup, walked along the bank – checked the trotlines, climbed into the tent – mattress, sleeping bag, goose-feather pillow. Dried it out, aired it, got ready for the night. In short – everything the way I like it. And also, so the phone “wouldn’t get service.” I don’t exist for anyone!

That I understand – rest for both the soul and the body. While the age was ticking up to thirty, I enjoyed both restaurants and girls. Parties, lights, music, womenfolk… I loved them all: the fair ones, the dark ones, the small ones, the big ones… And now, at forty-two, I want peace. Quiet.

So that no one bothers me, doesn’t touch me and doesn’t ask me for anything. This is, of course, just between us…

In short, I had supper, the fire burned down to embers – and I went to sleep. I lie on one side – I can’t fall asleep. On the other – the same thing. Sleep won’t come – no matter what. Like an idiot, I started counting sheep about five times, it didn’t help.

I lost my temper, crawled out of the tent, went to the fire and threw on some branches. I sit, looking at the flame, and to myself I think:

– I’ve been coming to this spot for many years in a row and never noticed that the water is so noisy here. Maybe the current has changed? Such splashes, as if the water is hitting something. But the bank here is gentle, and there are no boats.

Why am I obsessing over this water, I think, I need to go to sleep. In a couple of hours it’s dawn, and I still haven’t fallen asleep.

I went to the tent, climbed into the sleeping bag, zipped up the fasteners, settled in… I close my eyes and hear nothing but these splashes. I try to think about something else – no damn use.

Prophetic dream of a man: Prophetic Dream Men’s Tears

Can you imagine? Me not able to fall asleep because of water? Why, nothing like that has ever happened to me in my life. I only have to put my head on the pillow and I’m asleep!

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You know, at that moment it wasn’t with my brain, but with something inside myself that I understood that in those sounds there was meaning. It was as if someone were calling me. And now I understand that it all wasn’t accidental!

Anyway, I couldn’t take it anymore and went to see where the water was splashing like that. And when I saw it, I’ll tell you honestly, I got chills…down my spine.

There on the bank lay many fallen trees, and a dog had gotten caught on one of them. A big German shepherd. I, of course, without hesitation, climbed into the water and started pulling her out. She, I don’t know how, had gotten tangled in ropes, and the ropes had caught on the tree. She couldn’t climb out along the tree – her paws were stuck, and she couldn’t swim further – the ropes were holding her. So while she had strength, she thrashed about, and those splashes wouldn’t let me sleep.

I carried her to the bank in my arms, she was completely exhausted. I brought her something to eat and went to sleep peacefully.

Not so fast! I had only just started dozing off when I heard wild screams through my sleep. And they were so terrible, so desperate! I think, oh Lord! What on earth could this be? I climb out of the tent: one eye one way, the other the other way, I don’t understand where I am. Everything seems the same, but something’s not right.

Do men have prophetic dreams: A prophetic dream Men’s tears

I ran out onto the riverbank and see that a heron is beating its wings in the water. I rushed over to it, and what do you think? It had caught its little foot on my trotline. The fishing line was wrapped around about ten times. How did this silly thing end up there? How did it get into the trotline? On the other bank of the river there’s a backwater with bushes and water lilies – all the herons are there. They froze and are watching her.

Anyway, I unwound the fishing line, released the heron, and as it flew up, it brushed my face and head with its wing… that’s when I woke up!

-So it was all a dream?

-What do you mean?

-Both about the dog and about the heron?

-That’s just it – no! The dog was there, but the heron… You understand, it wasn’t like a dream! I remembered afterward… everything there is the same as in reality, only not in color. I even thought then that dawn was breaking, that’s why it was so dim… I don’t even know, maybe it wasn’t a dream at all, everything was so real, I just woke up in the tent? Do you understand?

-I understand. I think.

-So that’s what I wanted to ask. You’re an expert on dreams. What does it all mean? Just like that night, not with my mind, but with something inside me, I understand that someone wants to tell me something…

Men’s Dreams: A Prophetic Dream Men’s Tears

Vitek blew out a cloud of cigarette smoke and, squinting his left eye, stared at me. I didn’t expect such sensitivity from him. Probably, communing with nature hadn’t been for nothing, and he was able to “look at the sky.”

This is an expression used by contactees – oneironauts..

Haven’t you noticed that people don’t look at the sky? They keep looking at their feet or no higher than chest level. When talking – at the eye level of the person they’re speaking to. That’s it! To tear your eyes away from the ground and look at the sky, and if you also stop, freeze and listen to yourself?! Oh! You have to learn this all over again, like children learning to walk, talk, read…

What has our life turned us into? Or are we ourselves to blame for allowing it to do THIS to us? In reality, we’ve become blind-deaf-mute toward ourselves.

Everything Viktor saw, and what it means, became clear to me almost immediately, and it didn’t matter whether it was a dream or reality. But why was it in such a form, with cries for help?

-Listen, forgive me for an indiscreet question, but are you and your wife planning to have children?

-What do children have to do with it?

-The thing is, the child who is coming to you now is asking you for help.

-How is that?

-Asking to be allowed to be born. Do you understand? A girl, a daughter is asking to be born to you.

-And why a girl?

-Because – a heron. Not a stork, but a heron. And that little girl will be a golden child for you, she has a spiritual connection with you.

Vitya shuddered. At first he shrank back, then he lit a new cigarette and started smiling.

-Listen, I already have two boys, but I’ve got nothing against a little girl!

Two weeks passed. Vityok and I were driving in the car and talking about nothing. Suddenly he braked sharply and turned away.

-What’s with you? – I asked, wiping up the coffee that had spilled across the car’s dashboard.

-Red light, – he answered, and again turned away to the other side.

At the intersection stood a huge billboard with a banner:

“MAMA, LET ME BE BORN!”

-Svetka went to get an abortion yesterday, – Victor muttered, trying to steady his voice, and, as if by chance, brushed with his sleeve the cheek down which a tear was rolling…

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