Thank you dear
Maryann for sharing your experiences here with us.
It made me remember something that has happened just recently. I've been considering sharing that here but I just wasn't sure if I would be able to explain it clearly. I'll try anyway...
some years ago, out of the blue, I had this memory about a scenery of extreme beauty and serenity. I remember a vast lake and an island floating in the sky. I remember being in a boat like vessel in the sky moving towards this island. My feeling was that of intense happiness and peace.
According to this memory I found this place randomly while I was walking in the city I grew up in, by taking a turn into a certain path through a green park. That's the best way I can explain it as I haven't lived in that city for over a decade now and haven't walked in that particular area for just as long.
It was only some time later that this memory came back to me and that I "realised" it was not a memory at all. After all, I thought, how could I have seen a floating island in this world. So I brushed it off as a dream and didn't think about it except every now and then in passing.
About two weeks ago, one day, I was feeling extremely (for the lack of a better word) depressed and I was having a very hard time grounding myself. As you may know, I have been feeling very exhausted and overwhelmed at times since the birth of my son. So on this particular day, seeing me out of sorts my husband took our son out for a walk and I went to bed in the afternoon for a rest.
I fell asleep and dreamt that I was sitting up in a room with other people around but I couldn't hold myself up because of severe exhaustion. So I would tipple down and faint... This happened a few times. Then I remembered this place of extreme beauty (and the floating island) again and in my dream I was analysing the fact that for years I had thought and simply assumed that this place was from a memory and how ridiculous this assumption was considering the fact that floating islands don't exist. But all this while I felt this extreme sadness and a sense that I wanted to go there. So I kept thinking about that particular path I thought I took that led to this place.
I don't know if any of this makes sense but when I woke up I was shattered and so confused. I tried explaining it all to my husband but I didn't even make sense to myself let alone to him.
I try remembering more of this place of my dreams but there are only a couple of scenes that I can see in my mind's eye, one of them being the floating island and the other one is the moment of rowing in that boat towards something... perhaps the floating island. everything else is my feelings and very elusive.