On the Road with Gypsy

We've posted a number of synchronicities involving dreams. This next one came from Jenean, who calls herself Gypsy Woman, and as you'll see, there are several layers to this synchronicity - a country, a road, a walking stick, and the photographer and blogger who inadvertently played a part. The dream sounds very much like a past life memory. But we'll let her tell it. Her blog: http://thegypsytraveljournal.blogspot.com
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I dreamed I was living in another time, long ago. I was dressed in several layered long skirts and tops and wore a fitted jacket that fell right below the waist. My hair was down and I had some sort of head scarf on. It was cold, not quite winter yet but cold. I was carrying a valise of the time and it seems that all my belongings were in it.

I was on foot traveling down a dirt road - a rutted road that carts or wagons used as well which made it more difficult to walk. The road wandered through groves of trees and there were a few other people at times walking this road, as well. As I was walking, a side dirt road/path to my right intersected with the road I was on. As I neared the side road, I looked up to see a man there, walking toward the main road where I was. He carried a sort of walking stick. Our eyes caught and as he neared me, I sensed that he was friendly and not to be feared. He spoke spoke as he approached a bit ahead of me and I called to him and asked where he was headed . He answered with the name of a small village some way ahead.

I asked if we might walk together and he said of course. I tried to walk more quickly to catch up to him as he waited. I was having difficulty walking because of a hip injury of some kind (somehow I think I had been shot) and told him I was unable to walk very fast because of it. He stood there a bit ahead, waiting as I came up and said, "Here, perhaps this would help you. Take this." He handed me the walking stick he carried as we began to walk together. Then I woke up with a searing pain in my right hip.

I've not been able to get this dream out of my mind today for some reason. As a matter of fact, it was so intense I even mentioned it to someone else today and said that in my dream, it seemed that I was either in the Ukraine, Hungary or Romania, but Romania kept seeming to be the place."

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The next day, Jenean found a photograph on another blog - at the top of the post - that was identical to the road and the man with the walking stick she had seen in her dream. She wrote to Marius Morar, the blogger and photographer, (http://mariomorar.blogspot.com) and he allowed us to use the photo.

This story is particularly striking in that Mr. Morar is Romanian. In an email exchange, he said the young man with the stick is his seven-year-old son and the road is "from Romania, some 10 miles away, south of Cluj-Napoca, in the middle of historic Transylvania." So once again, the Internet acted as a conduit to something greater and was a vehicle for synchronicity.

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