I had the strangest dream last night. A voice, quite melodious and soft, kept saying the same thing to me over and over again. I heard it simultaneously in both English and Welsh, but how I knew it was Welsh, I do not know, and how I knew that the English was the same, I do not know, but this is what the voice said: Dychwelyd i wlad eich hynafiaid; gwaed yn galw i waed. Return to the land of your fathers; blood calls to blood.
This is indeed strange, since I do know that I have DNA matches in the UK, and the family story was always that William Deakins’s journey to the Colonies began in Wales. But how would I automatically understand Welsh? As soon as I awakened, I wrote down the words. But now they are completely strange and foreign to me, and I can no longer even pronounce them.
The result of all this is a sudden longing to visit the Old Country and to learn about the Welsh language. It looks quite difficult, however, and it will take some time just to learn how to pronounce the words. But from where has this strange compulsion in me originated? How? I’ll let you know if there are more dreams.
