Visions and premonitions while we dream
Visions of the newly dead interacting with loved ones
The church at Möðruvellir. Photo by Birgitta Lúðvíksdóttir
Helga Magnea, from my previous post , dreamt of real events before they actually happened. She also dreamt of real events in this world, and in the world of the dead, as they occurred.
They weren't always symbolic, as many dreams are, but rather came as literal visions of the actual events.
Helga Magnea Kristjánsdóttir Möller (1850-1926) and her husband, Rev. Jón Þorsteinsson (1849-1930). They share a burial spot in the old cemetery at Möðruvellir.
The night of June 19th, 1921, Magnea dreamt that her maid, Lína, came into her room telling her a woman with two children were out playing in the cemetery.
Magnea didn't believe her, so Lína told her to go look for herself.
Magnea went outside and looked around in the cemetery. There was no one there. She waited for a little while before turning around to go back inside.
As she was about to leave, she saw a child stretching its neck behind a grave. Right after, she saw another child. These were two very young boys.
The church at Möðruvellir and the old cemetery. Photo by Birgitta Lúðvíksdóttir
Let's get them to come to us, said Helga to Lína.
Helga called out to them, but the boys hid between the graves. Helga looked at Lína and said, Let's pick flowers and show them.
The boys still didn't appear, so the women called out to them. There was no response from the boys.
Suddenly, the boys came from hiding and had their hands stretched out filled with flowers. They didn't need any flowers from them.
In that moment Helga heard a female voice calling, Come now, my loves!
Helga recognized the voice very well, but couldn't put her finger on it. She couldn't see the woman and wasn't able to figure out who she was.
End of dream.
Möðruvellir. Clockwise, starting with the church, Vicarage, Stable, theatre, Farmhouse and Stefánsfjós (Stefán's barn). Photo by Birgitta Lúðvíksdóttir
There was a young couple in the parish on a farm called Pálmholt. They had two boys. One was 3 and the other on his second year. They had lost their three-year-old son only two weeks earlier.
The day after the dream, on the 19th, the boys' father, Halldór Ólafsson (1890-1975), knocked on Helga's door to let them know their other little boy had died that night.
in 1928-1932. At the time of the dream, Halldór lived in Pálmholt with his family. Later, Halldór and his brother split Pálmholt farms and Halldór built Búland on his half.
Halldór Ólafsson's wife was Kristín Hallgrímsdóttir (1890-1933). They got married on new years eve, 1917.
Their older boy was Ólafur Halldórsson 1918-1921. He was 2 years old when he died on June 3rd.
Their younger boy was Hólmgeir Halldórsson 1919 -1921. He was one years old when he died, which was at the same time as Helga's dream, on June 19th.
All three died from tuberculosis.
|Halldór Ólafsson is buried with his second wife in the new cemetery at Möðruvallaklaustur. His first wife, Kristín, is buried in the old cemetery next to the church. Their two boys are also buried in the old cemetery, but their graves are unmarked. Photo of Halldór: Íslendingaþættir Tímans . Photo of grave by Birgitta Lúðvíksdóttir|
A little more than a month later, Helga had another dream.
Early morning on July 24th, 1921, Helga dreamt that her maid, Lína, came to her and asked her to make coffee for her cousin who had just arrived.
Helga told her to invite him inside. She didn't recognize the man, but, he was very good to Lína and chatted fondly with her.
At one point he said, Lína, remember when we were at Bakki? I was going to go for a long trip, but decided to stop by just so I could kiss you girls.
|The farm, Bakki. It is slightly north of Möðruvellir. Þorsteinn Jósepsson|
Lína remembered this. Helga thought the mans' hair looked strange, like as if it was flat or smudged. She told this to Lína and asked, Has the man put something in his hair?
Lína looked at Helga and said, It's not like that, it's just soaking wet and dripping.
The guest stood up and said, I want to ask you, Lína, that you come with me out to the cemetery.
Together, they went outside and Helga hurried to the window and watched them walk towards the cemetery.
The man walked straight over to where Helga's brother, Óli and his children were buried ( see my blog post here). The man leaned on the railings and covered his face with his hands. He stood there for a little bit, then left the grave and disappeared.
Then she woke up.
Boats in Akureyrarpollur, the harbor in Akureyri.
When Helga woke up, she told Lína about her dream and described the man. Lína didn't recognize him, but said it was probably someone who had drowned that she knew.
Later that night, Helga and Lína heard the news that Magnús in Akureyri had gone missing. He had rowed alone in a boat on to Pollinn (Akureyri harbor) that morning and his boat was found drifting without him.
Lína now realized who the man in Helga's dream was. Magnús fit Helga's description perfectly: He was rather tall, black hair, big eyes, pale, etc...all the things Magnea had described in her dream.
Akureyrarpollur with view over Akureyri.
Magnús J. Franklín (1871-1921) went out on his boat Saturday night July 23rd to go handline fishing on Akureyrarpollur.
In the morning on Sunday 24th, 1921, his boat was found empty and drifting. It was assumed that an accident had happened around 5-6 am.
|Akureyri and the harbor area often called Pollurinn (Akureyrarpollurinn). Bjarki Sigursveinsson|
Magnús and Lína were indeed related, just like Helga had dreamt. Magnús was also Óli's very close friend. In fact, he was very close with his entire family. This explained why he visited his grave. Helga couldn't remember ever having met or seen Magnús before.
Magnús' wife was Theódóra Pálsdóttir Árdal 1885-1958. They had one son, Karl. They divorced after only a few years.
Their son, Karl M Magnússon (Árdal) 1903-1930 lived on Aðalstræti 24 in Akureyri. He had an accident on the 24th November and died on the 25th from heart failure.
Möðruvellir. Photo by Birgitta Lúðvíksdóttir
Möðruvellir. The new cemetery is the big square on the right and the old cemetery is by the church. Photo by Birgitta Lúðvíksdóttir