by War Baby » Sun Apr 29, 2018 6:52 pm
I was born in 1943, and when I was a boy in the early fifties, Russia, America, and Britain were building up their stocks of Nuclear weapons all the time, and the threat of war seemed to be very real. It seemed to be on the front page of the newspapers nearly every week that yet another Russian test had been detected.
It was always at the back of my mind that war could happen any moment.
I used to have this same queer, really vivid dream, every now and then. I was trying to get away. In the dream, I imagined that one of the main targets would be Glasgow, but if I could just make it to the Campsies, and get over the top I would be safe.
...From the top of the Campsies, I looked back towards Glasgow and saw the bomb go off ... the mushroom cloud billowing up. Sheer terror!!! Heart pounding! I would wake up in a sweat.
As with so many dreams, it didn't make sense. For a start, my parents and sisters weren't in the dream. Secondly, would I have been safe making it just over the top of the Campsies - I doubt it! And thirdly, how did I get there ... I had a bike, but in the dream, I just SOMEHOW made it to the Campsies but wasn't aware of any bike in the dream.