Those soulful eyes peer at me with glowing intensity, its penetrating gaze seem to see beyond the thick forest, the old owl sits watching from the shadowy thicket, it watches as I stand in front of the tree, a very magnificent tree whose branches extended as broad as they can, its leaves reflecting the illuminating moon rays, but no single fruit is found on it.
Across from the trees, an old man sits, one that looks strikingly familiar. I look closely, It is none other than my dead paternal grandfather. He is busy weaving a basket, his face appears calm but solemn. Whilst still working on the basket, he says, "That tree shall bear no fruit until you face what awaits you beyond that forest."
"How do I do that? I can't even find the entrance, besides this could be a very dangerous place." I answer with trepidation.
Without saying another word, he gives me the basket he was weaving and disappears into thin air.
I wake up in a panic, sweating, with my heart pounding, and totally freaking out. I will lay there the rest of the night thinking about the dream and how scared I was to go into that forest.
This dream continued for many years, I started having them shortly before I got married, and it persisted for about four years, the same tree, the same forest, the same old man and the same me, holding unto the basket, without the courage to go further. With time I just dismissed it as a mere dream, at worst, a nightmare.
Then four years into my marriage and with no child to show for it, I started having the feeling that something was wrong somewhere, we were both medically declared fit to have children, so what was the problem?
I didn't link the constant dream to my travails, no not at all, until a Man of God asked me about my dream life. He told me that that particular dream had the solution to my unfruitfulness in marriage.
It was unbelievable at first but with great insight, he put me on a deliverance programme which I desperately did, I was at the end of my tethers, I just needed a solution, my marriage was falling apart, everyone around had at least two kids while I had none, with not even a pregnancy in sight.
I was desperately desperate!
After the programme by the Man of God, I had the dream again but this time It was a little bit different;
I am aggressive and fearless as I stand at the entrance of the forest, carrying the basket which seem to glow in the dark. Then I step forward. The thick undergrowth giving way, as if there is an invisible force giving command, the creatures surrounds me, wolves with illuminated eyes, snakes crawling round the base of the trees, figures without solid form swirling in the darkness, yet no one attacks. The basket in my palm emits a soft light that acts as a form of protection from all these beings.
The monsters in the forest quake, the gnarled tree trunks moan with the branches extending outward like talons. Eerie sounds as voices of many speaks in chorus;
‘What do you want? What do you seek? Go away, or be devoured!’
I ignore them and keep walking into the denser part, seeking for what I really don't know.
Then at the heart of the forest, the darkness thickens, but I see her, a skeleton-woman sitting on a crudely made local chair. Her hollow sockets glowing, in the dark. She floats towards me, her head rotating to assess me;
"How dare you come here, mortal?” she rasps, her voice like the scraping of many stones.
There is no fear in me as I ask her why the beautiful tree bears no fruit. Her hollow eyes flare with rage.
"That tree is mine to curse! It will never yield any fruit, for I command it so!"
I feel deep rage and with all of my strength, I hurl the basket at her. It hit her eyes and she shrieks as one in unbearable pain. From her cursing lips, she utters obscenities, her bony fingers pointing at me;
You are trapped! The wild will devour you, and your soul shall remain here forever!”
She weeps silently like a little girl who had had her favourite toy taken from her, and then vanishes into the thickness of the shadows.
Then the trees close in, in pure rage, their gnarled talons reaching out to ensnare me, the animals too, with hungry eyes. Again the basket to my rescue as I grab it and throw it towards them.
What happens next is simply amazing as the whole forest becomes illuminated with a blinding light and then dissolves.
Then I see myself standing by the beautiful tree. The old man with smiles on his face takes back his basket, the branches of the once barren tree is now filled with ripe and sweet smelling fruits. The owl watches silently from the thicket, its gaze softer now, with the similitude of an approving smile.
Then I wake up!
Three months later, I became pregnant with my first child, Miracle.
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This is in response to an initiative of @ericvancewalton, to make us walk down memory lane and relive those moments long gone, keeping them alive for our future generations.
Here's the link
Have you ever had recurring dreams, if so, describe them.
In a year from now you’ll have a legitimate memoir that you can pass along to future generations of your family. But what I really hope is it provides a valuable glimpse into your inner self.
Thank you @ericvancewalton for this noble initiative. 😊
I am @edith-4angelseu and thank you for stopping by my neighbourhood.
I wonder what decided you to actually venture into the forest! Am glad you did though!
Providence I would say! I'm glad I did too!
Thank you very much TG for coming around 🙏
I am sure Miracle was glad too and my pleasure Edith!
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You could recall this, it nice. I'm yet to talk about my dreams here, I will certainly do
I will be waiting to read yours.
I was wondering if your grandfather was cursed and it was passed down to you. That he appears in your dream to help you break it.🫤
He is not cursed but was rather an instrument used by God to break the curse of barrenness.
Your dream is scary but it did give you the miracle you sought. 💗