She stood on the other side of the ruins. He felt like he knew her, this beautiful in purpur clothed woman. The forest around them was in full growth, the leaves of the trees shimmering in light green, as if they had been washed clean by a sudden rain. Sunlight glittered between them and painted a mysterious pattern on the old ruins amid the forest. The stones were of a light reddish shade, wittered and yet still perfect. They formed a full circle, a perfect circle, where once a tower had stood. The moss climbing over them was still damp.
He knew this place. He had been here before. His leather vest made a quiet sound as he turned. The air was humid, birds chirped a silent melody and a few bees were humming through the trees. It was so calm, yet so full of energy.
He knew it was a dream. He had had it for hundreds of times now. It always felt so realistic. Always the same. Always so beautiful and yet so frightening.
The woman raised her arm. She was clothed in a purpurish red, long dress, which flowed down on her aged body gracefully. A few gold stitchings made her skin glow from the inside. Her hair was hidden by a white headgown, held together by a golden headband with a big jewel. She smiled. And waved him towards her.
He wanted to go to her. But he couldn't. The bird's song swell louder, at the same time artistic and scary. He wanted to reach out to her. But he couldn't. She waved, and smiled. And then he woke up. It felt like he could feel his soul slip back into his body. He was scared. And then he cried, as this dream had escaped him again.
My grandpa had had this dream for about 20 years now, and does not know what to think about it. Somehow it frightens him, but somehow it soothes. He wants to know where it came from, if it is from his former life, or in another world. He is not the type of person to believe such a thing. But this made him question it.