Dream where I dig up an ancient religious city in the garden of the house I grew up in. I have had many impasses in my spiritual life, ones that have put me on the agnostic/atheistic border. I feel that in this dream the collective unconscious is suggesting I might look for some spiritual growth.
This one starts out where I am in the Union Cavalry being chased with several other men by Confederate cavalry. They were chasing us down a stream that ran through trees along the bank of the stream. Further down the stream we turned into just regular cowboys and somehow we talked with the Confederates and convinced them we are really cowboys and not soldiers. They wanted some cattle for food and we made some kind of deal. After that we rode up this hill and came to this old granite church. It was an enormous beautiful church several stories high and had twin towers that were massive. The Reverend's wife came to the door, it was a carved crystal door and I think one of our group was wounded and she saw to that and she took us in. Then she made us something to eat and she took care of us. Then I recall leaving the church and went