The Graves

Dreams: --- break ---

The Graves --- break ---

Upon the crown of a hill,
Stood the graves.
In the middle of a French town,
Atop a grass covered treeless hill.
Two memorials to the dead,
Two simple stone pedestals,
Alone on the grass,
In parallel lines,
Each surmounted by a stone coffin.
Against one I leant my back,
Facing the other,
It was a clear, still summers day,
No bird song, no noise just stillness,
In the middle of a French town.
I had two people with me,
They might have been my parents,
But I could not tell,
I was not looking at them,
The grave in front of me had my attention.
The grave at my back had many names,
A list of the dead,
Was the coffin empty?
I could not say.
The other coffin was certainly not,
I stood staring at this one,
Leaning back against the other,
I felt utterly alone,
I do not know who is within,
I do not know why I am here,
I stand and stare.
I look around in the bright sunshine,
Streets radiate away from the base of the hill,
Looking down them I see they are still and empty,
Nothing moves, not even the air,
We are the only people in sight.
I pass comment on the deserted streets,
One of my companions speaks,
"They stay indoors as a mark of respect"
I say nothing,
Just stand and stare at this tomb.
Suddenly the streets start to fill,
People and children, the whole town,
Stream towards the hill,
The tears begin to fall,
As the crowds and the sadness closes in,
The tears cascade like a waterfall,
Ultimate sadness envelops me,
In my own sad circle of space,
I cry in silence whilst all around me is noise,
As the tears stream down my face,
In utter deep, drowning sadness,
I wake up crying.

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This was a very vivid dream, I remembered every detail with complete clarity, and when I retold the story to friends the following day each time the tears welled up anew. I have no idea if it means anything. I can safely say it is the strangest most emotional dream I have ever had.