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Selski

Hi All

Isn't it maddening when you forget one little part of your experience, only to find that the part you forget just might be the "key".  Hamilton what?  Aaaarrrggghhh!!!

As I woke up in my dream, I also gained lucidity.  I was now fully aware that I was in some sort of country house.  It was run down.  I sensed I was in Italy, or at least certainly Europe.  

I opened the curtains and wow!  What a gorgeous sight.  Really lush green rolling hills.  There was something about the colour green that made me realise these weren't English.  

I went outside and felt the dry grass beneath my feet - it had been hot and sunny here once.  There were one or two buildings dotted around, very basic looking, almost mud huts, but seemingly made of straw, although they were quite a distance away.

I walked around to the front of the country house with the intention of finding its name and some details to verify.

At the front of the building there were two large stone pillars.  On the first one I came to I read "Hamilton House/Lodge/Place/Court  1841"

I drummed into my memory the words "Hamilton" and "1841".  I didn't bother with the other word, because it was such an everyday word, I thought I wouldn't forget that one  :roll:

Then I noticed another building, equally run down next door.  This was a church.

I walked inside.  It was dusty and quiet.  There were a few little cards lying around advertising healing from God (that kind of thing).  Some of the cards had photos of people on them, smiling and looking all "friendly and harmless".  One card had 3 people on it.  I studied this for a while and one of the characters looked vaguely like Patrick Swayze  :shock:

I kept reminding myself about Hamilton and 1841.

Then I awoke.



After googling the words I remember, I've come to a blank.  :sad:

I wonder if Patrick is my lead?   :smile:

Sarah
We all find nonsenses to believe in; it's part of being alive.

mactombs

There's a bed and breakfast Hamilton House ...

"The history of our Second Empire Victorian mansion began long before the entrance of its name-sake, Herbert Hamilton.  The diverse and interesting history of this home has been traced back to when the land belonged to the government.  Dr. James Trippe purchased the land from the government on March 25, 1841" (emphasis mine)
A certain degree of neurosis is of inestimable value as a drive, especially to a psychologist - Sigmund Freud

Selski

Hi mactombs

Thanks for this  :grin:

It doesn't look like the Hamilton place I was mooching around.  And the sensation of Italy was quite strong.  Perhaps the place isn't in physical reality.  Who knows?

Maybe I'll go there one day and as I walk in I'll think, "I've been here before..."

I guess it'll remain a mystery for the time being.  It's a lesson to me to write the damn thing down as soon as I wake up.  :roll:

Sarah
We all find nonsenses to believe in; it's part of being alive.