I was having a very vivid dream when I awoke one morning in 2016.
[Reality] Years ago, I helped my cousin Pete Strickland, who was a rather well known antique dealer and appraiser, with his antique business, he had a couple of shop locations in our hometown, and his home with his mother was filled with exquisite old furniture. We traveled to Atlanta and Connecticut for shows a couple of times.
So, the Dream;
I was helping a friend who was an older person, who had antiques and wanted to sell some. We went to a nearby town, there was a building, an old house next to a church that was to be used to set up the furniture (we weren't the only ones) so that a sale could be had.
I helped set everything up, then arrange it, then I noticed that everything was extremely dirty and dusty, so me and one other set about cleaning all the nooks and crannies.
The next day, the friend said that he had been called; there'd been a fire and everything had been lost; all he had left were the few things still in his home.
We were both devastated, but then I did some digging, and found that there had been no fire.
The ones who had set up the 'sale' were trying to perpetrate a fraud on all those who were trying to sell their precious heirlooms.
I was in the process of alerting the authorities when I woke up.
This was all in technicolor and vivid detail.
↑This↑ was the only thing he had in his possession, that and the contents, when he got off a train outside Savannah Ga around 1898, married my grandmother and the rest is history
A few days ago before I had my unfortunate fall, I had several rather bizarre dreams in one night, which of course I don't remember much of most of them. I had told many of them tales of my growing up on the river, in and around this cabin.
One of the earlier ones involved an old house with ghosts or spirits that liked me and liked having me around.
No, I am not intentionally copying the TV Show
The last one before I woke up though, was really rather bizarre.
I was somehow working on a ship off Iceland (!!!), me and the others were almost indentured. We'd catch some sort of animal, cut it up and cook it right away; large roundish flat pans where the meat fried, much like bacon, tasted like it too.
We could eat as much as we wanted, but that and water was all we had to eat.
I convinced them to follow me back to Ga and we'd live in and around this house
When we got back here to Ga, the whole area was basically a desert, the river almost dried up, and the house had burned (that last bit is true)
The latest photos of the spot where the house once stood
Dreams are funny things aren't they?
