Bluehound
07-11-2011, 02:20 PM
I still don't know what it means. Was it a premonition of the future or vision of my fate from some other life?
I try to rationalize the experience, put it down to tiredness or a vivid daydream, but I always come back to the same point, I have never felt like that before.
There I was, minding my own business on a normal Wednesday afternoon at work when, suddenly, I was overcome with the sensation of being in a cow shed.
The hay was moist and soft under foot, it extruded a warm vapor which filled my nose and seemed to penetrate my skin. Every one of my senses was telling my brain that we were in a hay filled barn - apart from my eyes. I couldn't actually see anything, but I just knew I was surrounded by large animals, their breath and flanks steaming in the warm damp room.
Suddenly there was a jolt; one of the beasts had barged past me physically knocking me to one side. Bemusement changed to fear, could I be trampled to death? I imagined a stampede of spirit creatures leaving me lying on the floor broken , I wondered if the wounds would be visible or if my demise would be a mystery.
I stumbled as the boney hip of a cow dug into me, then I straightened up and, as swiftly as it had started, the sensation was gone. I stood in my cold work room once more. The only evidence was a sore side from the bump and a whiff of muck in the air which lingered for a few moments afterwards.
Later, my Boss could shed no light on the incident,
"Don't go telling the other girls that story" He said "we won’t be able to get anyone to do the nightshift ever again."
With a little investigation, I did find out that the row of units I worked in had once been stables which I thought might explain things. But then, as one of my clever clogs friends pointed out, shouldn’t I have had a more horse related episode?
No, I don't know what it all means, but I have taken one thing from the experience - after being whacked by an invisible three foot wide bottom on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, I tend to assume that anything and I mean anything is possible.
I try to rationalize the experience, put it down to tiredness or a vivid daydream, but I always come back to the same point, I have never felt like that before.
There I was, minding my own business on a normal Wednesday afternoon at work when, suddenly, I was overcome with the sensation of being in a cow shed.
The hay was moist and soft under foot, it extruded a warm vapor which filled my nose and seemed to penetrate my skin. Every one of my senses was telling my brain that we were in a hay filled barn - apart from my eyes. I couldn't actually see anything, but I just knew I was surrounded by large animals, their breath and flanks steaming in the warm damp room.
Suddenly there was a jolt; one of the beasts had barged past me physically knocking me to one side. Bemusement changed to fear, could I be trampled to death? I imagined a stampede of spirit creatures leaving me lying on the floor broken , I wondered if the wounds would be visible or if my demise would be a mystery.
I stumbled as the boney hip of a cow dug into me, then I straightened up and, as swiftly as it had started, the sensation was gone. I stood in my cold work room once more. The only evidence was a sore side from the bump and a whiff of muck in the air which lingered for a few moments afterwards.
Later, my Boss could shed no light on the incident,
"Don't go telling the other girls that story" He said "we won’t be able to get anyone to do the nightshift ever again."
With a little investigation, I did find out that the row of units I worked in had once been stables which I thought might explain things. But then, as one of my clever clogs friends pointed out, shouldn’t I have had a more horse related episode?
No, I don't know what it all means, but I have taken one thing from the experience - after being whacked by an invisible three foot wide bottom on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, I tend to assume that anything and I mean anything is possible.