Eagle of Eagle’s

Dream Eagle of Eagle’s

    dream of eagle I was in a village, seemed third world or possibly medieval in time as far as surroundings.  There was at first an eagle flying above the village looking down at me and the unknown others.  This first eagle seemed to have a wing span of maybe 15 feet give or take.  Never the less, it seemed rather unrealistically large.   That eagle left for the mountain, that was the direction in front of me in this dream, what seemed like miles away.

    Now there was a man, don’t know who he is or why he was there, but he picked up a  feather that was about 3’ tall and said, “This is the eagle you would want to be concerned  with.”  He called it by name, but I don’t remember what he said, nor did I recognize the type of name syllables that he used.  About a moment later, looking back at the mountain ridge, I saw an eagle head beginning to appear over the ridge.  Along with his massive head, his wings spanned the mountain ridge, which was likely miles.  As the eagle took flight, it came towards us, the village was going into panic, I curiously watched while ducking behind a large mound of bricks that were stacked as if something was about to be built.

    The eagle, so large and fierce looking came to the village, and in just a couple passes of his very large talons, he laid to waste the entire village.  People died, and ran in fear.  No harm came to me in this dream, the eagle seemed to keep clear of my location near the bricks, although the stack of bricks did fall over due to the ground  shifting.  Once the eagle was done with the destruction, he left the same way he came.  The man that told me about the eagle and I just began walking down a dirt path that lead away from the village towards what looked like an encampment of a sort.  This was the end of the dream from this point.

About Ryan Hutzel

Growing up, I have always found dreams to be a gift, even if for fun with no real significant meaning. Now that I am older, I find that preserving these dreams can bring hope to another. After all what is reality, except what we know to be true around us?
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