I posted a story recently. Here is a second experience I had when I was young. It was in 1966. I remember it quite well because it was during the harvest of the sugar cane in Mauritius in November.
I had decided that year to go to the cemetery on the 1st November in order to clean some family tombstones and put some flowers. I didn't like doing that, but I thought it was a moral duty to do it, at least then.
So I proceeded to the cemetery and there were quite a lot of people on that day. I did what I came for to do and left about an hour later. While leaving, I noticed some beautiful rose plants which had grown by a tombstone. The roses were a deep red and so beautiful. I decided to uproot one of the plants in order to plant it at home. As I reached home, I found a place near my bedroom window and put it in the soil. The roses were beautiful.
Everything went well until I went to sleep. I started to dream that I was going to some remote place in Mauritius and the itinerary was being "given" to me by a voice which I could not really hear but would lead me where to go. I had to take a long main road, then turn into a dirt road in a sugar cane field, then proceed for about a kilometer, then turn at a cross road, walk until I see a rose plant, get into a wood, walk pass a banyan tree, turn again into another sugar cane dirt road with canes making like a tunnel to finally arrive by a huge rock where a treasure was hidden.
I woke up in the morning with this vivid dream in mind. It was weird because I usually never remember my dreams. I kept making the same dream 6 days continuously. I decided to finally go to the place my dream had lead me. It was a Sunday afternoon and I went alone. I was surprised to notice that all the places I had seen in my dream were real.
I found the road, the dirt paths, the rose plants, the banyan tree, the sugar cane tunnel and finally the big rock. The only difference being there was a very old lady seated on that rock. She was really scary, very old but she seemed alert. I was paralyzed of fear and did not know what to say. She looked at me and with her finger indicated me to come closer. I did, a few steps. She kept indicating me with her finger to come closer. I was so uncomfortable, I wanted to puke. I moved again 2 steps. I was now at about 6 feet from her, she indicated me again to come closer. I then could not hold it anymore. Panic took over me and I ran as fast as I could. I don't remember which lane I took. I just remember running. I could hear like a horse running behind me but there was nothing. I ran through sugar cane fields and hurt myself with branches, rocks and small ditches. I reached home a few hours later with bruises, cuts and a very sore ankle. I had hurt it and continued to run on it with fear. I had to go to the hospital afterwards. I don't know if it was fear or the running but my hemorrhoids had come out and it took a few weeks to heal. The dreams continued and were nightmares. The woman I had seen would torment me in my dreams.
I understood that the rose plant I had brought home was "responsible" of these dreams. I soon uprooted it and went back to the cemetery to put it back where it was. However, with fear, I did not check near which tombstone it had been growing. I had to go and see a priest to be prayed for and be "set free" from these dreams.
When I spoke of this event to my family and friends, I was told that I would have surely got a treasure but someone close to me or from my family would have died and every year at the same period, there would have been death in the family.
I tried to go back to that place with two other friends a good month later but I never found my way. We searched for hours but could not find the first dirt road, nor the rose plant, the banyan tree and cane tunnel.
It remained a mystery and fortunately, I never dreamt of anything similar afterwards.