dreams

i was in this old wooden house. it stood alone back in some forest by itself. behind it was an open field. a huge field, wheat was beginning to grow a little farther out form the back of the house. i walked to an empty room in the back of the house, looked out a window. as soon as i looked out the window and my eyes adjusted to what i was seeing, i was somewhere else. i could tell it was cold out, there was frost and the sun was the way the sun was during the winter. i was in this small room that was dug into the ground far out from the house (i could see the tip of it from inside the house, if i remember correctly as soon as i saw that i shifted). it was like a bunker, but the viewing kind. it wasn’t that deep, maybe five and a half feet, and it came out above the ground with a roof and windows to see the field out of by. the field dipped where the bunker room was at.

i wasn’t me. well i wasn’t the me that was in the house. i was someone else, but…still me? if that makes any sense. i was still myself, but in another form. i was dressed in an army uniform. the gun holster, the army green, everything. i was standing at ease, if i remember correctly, but i know at some point i was just standing there casually with arms at my side. but all i was doing was looking out the window. i saw myself from outside of my body and also from my own eyes. i was me, but someone else.

for some reason i feel like this body was male, but it could’ve been because of the feeling i was getting from it, the sternness, i could feel the discipline this body had been taught and the stillness it was performing inside this room alone. it could’ve been a female body that i was inhabiting. i didn’t get a good look at the face and when i was seeing the person itself, i only saw the details of the uniform and clothing.

i’m going to try and start with some dreams i had a long  long time ago that i can barely remember but still have significance to me.