Deep breath.

This has taken me a week to process. To try and make sense of. And I swear to Heaven – no word of a lie.

Where to start? Lucid Dreaming. I’ll start there and with a childhood ability to pull myself out of nightmares. And (expletive deleted) did I have to use that skill to the FULL? Yup!

The night after 31st Jan’s “attack” I went to bed needing proper sleep in order to heal myself from what had just happened to me.

Oh. No. Yer getting even MORE trauma, lassie. We are taking you down.

In my dream I was  in Norway. But the gods were people. EVIL people. They welcomed me into their homes, gave me food, after they found me floating all alone in a boat on an icy river. They rescued me!

I won’t go into the full details but I pulled myself out of this by riding a horse, hell for leather, away from them.

Now.

I can explain all away with modern pysho-babble. I’m deep into Wagner, The Ring Cycle, The Volsunga and the Poetic Eddas. Yup. Quick and easy explanation.

But I’ve been left with a one very dark and disturbing lesson to carry with me forever.

 

THE “GODS” WERE PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND ME.

 

And the pure evil that “they” were/are capable of was………..!

Endex.