The Driveway : Another Dream

After posting the last post I made about time, I went to sleep and once again had a strange dream. I have since been contemplating what to make of this dream. I mean how and when can we really ever tell when a dream is just a dream or a vision or even worse a warning? Last night I must have had a lengthy dream but what I can remember is being at this place, I am not sure where it was, but in my mind it seemed to be at this specific house. The house where my grandmother used to live in Frankfield. It somehow seemed different though as there were scores of strange people mulling about and as the stretch of land to get down from the road to the house...the 'driveway', had steps instead of stones and seemed much longer and steeper. What is even more strange was that people drove down the steps and there were three (3) vehicles down in the yard (bear in my mind that in reality the front and side yard of that house has no space for vehicles and vehicles have never been down there as the terrain does not even support that).

In the dream there was a focus on the driveway and inside the house itself. As I said before there were alot of strange people in the house and I am still not sure why...I just cannot remember, but I do remember meeting people in the house and in particular a set of identical twin girls no older than 4yrs old. One of them was called Chiarra and her sister had a similar rhyming name Sierra. I remember spending enough time in the house to bond with the little girls to the point where I was able to differentiate between them and where I felt a motherly affection towards them. One was loud, fun-loving and vivacious while the other was quiet and withdrawn. Right now I cannot recall who was who. All I remember was that something was happening at the house, some danger was either there or on its way and so people started leaving. The first vehicle to leave was a white car full of people. The vehicle made it's way up the step road and it got half-way before veering to the right where there was a visible precipice and from the house we could hear the vehicle falling and falling and falling and the bodies rattling as it fell with a plunk in the river below. (N.B there is a river at the bottom of my Grandmother's country house in real life but the house is not an altitude to permit such a long fall and neither is the river that close to the 'rocky driveway'. While there is hilly terrain next to the rocky driveway there is a good expanse of flat forested land separating it from the river, which is not even that deep anymore.)
Anyway, we at the house were overwhelmed with sadness, fear, anxiety and a feeling of deep loss and yet still people started to leave again, in a white bus. This time around it was also full of people, one of them being the vivacious, fun loving sister of the two little girls, she was even smiling as she left (I will call her Chiarra) and so Sierra and everybody else watched as Chiarra and the others made their way up the step driveway into the bus. We watched again as the vehicle made its way up the steps and we were all hoping against hope that it would make it but as it got half-way, as was feared but somewhat expected, it veered off the path and over the precipice and this time it was even more horrendous as we could actually see and hear people screaming as they were hurled from the bus window, I even caught a glimpse of two such persons falling, hands flailing over the precipice. I still remember the feeling of loss which was so much worse the second time around because Sierra would never see Chiarra again, and I too would never see her again and yet she was so young and so innocent.

 The time then came for the third vehicle to leave or maybe it was the last batch of people and I was in that batch! I remember there being some deliberation and then consensus that we were not going up that road in a vehicle and so we all got together and walked up the steps and we got to the road in no time. When we got there, there was a vehicle waiting for us to take us to our destination...wherever that was I don't know but I remember the feeling of being safe and secure and I remember feeling that things would be okay for Sierra and for me. I remember looking back and there was only one person left in the house staring up the road. I still cannot understand why that person was left back there in that dangerous situation, whatever it was and I can't remember who it was or if I even knew the person and that's all I remember from the dream.
What was weirdest about the dream
If it wasn't already obvious, what was weird about the dream was that:

• Normal vehicles weren't made to drive up steps
• Why was Chiarra separated from Sierra? and
• Why on earth did a second vehicle drive up after what happened to the first?

I guess the entire dream  was weird but these are the things I am still trying to make some sense of . When I spoke to my mother and told her about the dream the day after, her response was... 'Yuh watch too much movie', which was expected. But the truth is that I had not watched any movies the night before...I was making a post and responding to comments! This had pretty much been the case for the others for that matter. I don't know what to make of it again so I ask...

"How and when can we really ever tell when a dream is just a dream or a vision or even worse a warning?"

 I am still waiting for clarity, I know that for now I will only ever see in part but one day perfection must come. 1Corinthians 13:12

~Live Life, Love God, One Encounter at a Time~