Dream: The Springs of Poland – Again
I’ve been given so many dreams about the springs of water in Poland, and another one was given last night. I was to meet my dear friend Izabella in the mountains. But upon landing, I had to drive through a large city – Kraków or maybe Prague – to arrive in the mountains. We passed by a huge mall that had a very strange form of architecture. It reminded me of a whale and many of the shops had waterfalls flowing down from their rooftops. I found out later that the name of that mall was the Mall of the Americas.
The place we had agreed to meet in the mountains, had an exhibit. Just now I realize that this place in the mountains was on the border with or actually in Czech Republic. I’m not sure as I wasn’t given a map…
The exhibit that I thought I’d be drawn to the most, was really not that interesting, and the one I kept returning to was Poland after World War Three. The first time I visited there, I saw a small child standing before a golden menorah. The child was too thin, gaunt, and wearing ragged clothes with an air of deep, deep sorrow.
Upon returning to the WW3 exhibit the next morning, I found that the child standing before the menorah had grown into a young adult. He seemed a bit smug, overly confident, and yet so broken, and wounded on the inside. I met Margit who worked in the new Italian restaurant but they only served tea and baked goods. My tea was cold and my pastry was half-eaten!
Later I walked by the spring and enjoyed the beauty of the region’s richly forested mountains in the background, with fresh water springs and wells of cool, fresh water on everyone’s farms. I sat before one particular spring for a long time, just soaking in the atmosphere. Then I noticed along one side of the spring were large metal water filters & storage containers. I lifted up the black pipes and saw how they drew water from the spring. But I was surprised when I lifted up another black pipe that was a listening device!
Upon arrival at the WW3 exhibit the next day, I marveled at the young adult who’d become a more mature man, holding an umbrella before the menorah and realized that he had the Spirit of Issachar on him.
At the Italian restaurant I was pleased to hear they started serving food for the first time so I ordered the highly recommended lasagna. A dark haired man named Marcek was at the table and everyone was listening to him speak about how to prepare for the coming days. Then I heard he’s married to Margit and it all made sense.
At the end of the dream I sat before the same spring for a long time, pondering the musical sounds of its flowing waters and the life within the spring.
Even after I awoke, the memory of that spring became emblazoned on my mind, and I feel like I’ll be returning there one day soon…
When I searched for where this place might be, I was delighted to find a photo of a spring with a waterfall in the Karkonosze Mountains that looked exactly like the place. And it just happens to be on the border of Czech Republic – I love how Adonai is in the details!
Oct 7, 2023
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