Dreams helped me
DREAMS HELPED ME
Dreams, curiously, helped me to assemble all these components together with others by adding details that have proved of great importance in the continuation of my research.
past I dreamed as a child, I played on the banks, pending the arrival of boats from the nearby hills. It was at Zion. All around, there was only water in the eye. Hill was surrounded by a huge dam. The only means of locomotion was navigation. This fact was caused by a terrifying catastrophe caused by incessant rains for several months had swollen all of unimaginable proportions rivers and streams of the country and who had drowned the entire valley including Tomblaine. Only the seven sacred hills and plateaus Leuke remained high enough for living. In the distance, a call went through compelling luminous sky from hill to hill. Tintinnabule of all is sounded in order to prepare Leuke. Barbarian enemies came from a distant northern countries. Then the dream stopped.
I remember another dream where I was the instigator of these titanic works that would last several centuries of misuse of the bed of the Moselle. I even participated in directing work side Maron. I see myself very well trained to cut trees and order others to do likewise in order to erect a huge fence of a gigantic dam at Pont-Saint-Vincent, for the dry side Nancy Mosel - Pompey who would be destroyed later. I also remember the incursion of the barbarians who tried to conquer our country, massacres they perpetrated on our women and children, their looting. But thanks to our courage, knowledge of the terrain and clever tactics of war, we have rejected. Then remember going very fast on the slow progression times boring shelf Haye, huge limestone blocks that served to elevate the hills around like the Monteu (Sugar Loaf), the hood of the Devil (the coast barin), Mont Saint-Michel, the mound of Monsoon. I remember finally this fantastic first run of the new course of the Moselle to admire our work and these new landscapes. Then the dream stopped.
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