Never Ending Battle

And here I am again, lying next to the beast, or at least one of his grotesque cohorts. Why am I being placed here once again? Why must I keep fighting? What if I lose? I lay there knowing what I need to do, trying to hide my thoughts and think them in some other form or in some other dimension. After all, what if he can hear them. I must hide who I am and what my plans are, although I'm sure he already knows, since I won't allow his serpentine arms to comfort me as the other women have. Their poor souls, victims, lying next to him like corpses. His manipulative grasp, which once held me, but no longer. I'm lying here too, but I have ulterior motives in mind.

How am I not completely petrified of what is surrounding me? It's amazingly hot and stuffy, uncomfortable, and smothering.  This isn't Earthly air. The air of "Hell" has permeated into our world. Why must I experience it? I've been here before, why do I keep waking up here over and over?

There are many of us locked in the house. Both men and women. I close my eyes, so not to see this beastly being, with white eyes and pale skin. He's bathing happily in the human life that surrounds him.

I usually don't get away from him, but this time I do. I find others in the house that are free from his evil grip, and his overpowering negativity. As I gather everyone together, I fear what will happen if we fail. We'll only anger the beast and I'm quite sure he'll have some kind of unbearable torture in store for us. I then stumble across my spiritual teacher, who once guided me in the realm of the living. No longer in the dimension of our world, I find her in my dream world. I plead for her help and ask where I can find her teacher who is still on the Earthly plane. Where could I find her? She couldn't help me and she faded into the shadows. Time seemed to be running out and I only had two options, fight and fail or fight and succeed. Either way, I had to fight.

I gathered a small group of us together and we stood in a circle holding hands tightly. We all knew we had to fight this beast. It was very hard to stay focused, and I fought as hard as I could to keep my mind entirely focused on the task at hand. Why did it seem so hard to concentrate on something so important? Together we concentrated as hard as we could, summoning a divine white light from all around us. As we focused our minds and energy, we harnessed the light and it shot up toward the heavens. The light radiated out in all directions in a powerful display, and then faded.

The room became quiet and we walked to the room where the beast had once been. He was gone. His presence however was still felt, it lingered. The negative energy was weaker and 'he' was gone, but the residual feeling of evil still hung heavy in the air. The smothering air of Hell had subsided, however, and a small taste of defeat was felt within those of us who defeated the serpent-like being.

The White Dove

Once again, I find myself in the home I lived in as a teenager, however this time the inside of the house is familiar, but the outside is completely different. Rather than being in a suburbia landscape, it is nestled in a mountain landscape with large pine trees. In my former bedroom, I'm sitting on the bed with another person, whom I can't really see or recognize, but I know is there. This part of the dream was not vivid and hard to recall. I heard the voice of a woman who spoke in an middle eastern accent. She was explaining to me her experience of being in college. Then something happened that brought great joy to the person who was with me. It was either a phone call from a cherished loved one, a favorite song that started playing, or something similar that I knew absolutely made the person's day. At that same moment, a white dove appeared in the window sill. I expressed to the person with me that it was a further sign of him or her (I think a him) being completely blessed in that moment.

I felt as though the dove wanted to come in, so I went over to the window and opened it. As soon as I did the bird came in. I extended my hand toward the dove and it briefly landed on me and then flew away, out the room, through the hallway and into the rest of the house. I knew I needed to find it, so that it didn't get hurt and so I didn't get in trouble for letting a dove in the house.

I went out into the hall and couldn't find the bird anywhere. I went into the living room and kitchen looking in all corners, and nothing. I couldn't find it, so assumed it had gone down into the basement, which was not my favorite part of the house. I'm convinced that this part of the house was haunted in waking life and in this dream life, it seemed the same, dark, cold and inhabited by some unseen energy. Sure enough, as I entered the basement, it was dark, cold and creepy. I briefly looked in each room, but couldn't find the dove. No one would come down there with me, not even the cat, and I hated being alone down there.

I opened the door to one of the bedrooms, that was covered in mirrors against one wall. The moment I opened that door, a burst of chilling cold moved past me and I felt as though there was something else inhabiting the room that could not be seen, but felt. I could tell that a woman was staying in the room, her colorful clothes and personal belongings were strewn all over. I wondered how she could live there with the cold presence that I felt shared the room with her. I immediately left and decided it was time to get out of there. I tried to turn out all of the lights I had turned on before going back up the stairs. I knew I would not be going back down there and didn't want to leave lights on to waste electricity. However, there were many light switches on the wall and I couldn't figure out which ones turned the lights out and I flipped through many of them, some of which seemed to do nothing at all. I just wanted to get out of there. I finally got most of the lights out and saw that the light in the back bedroom was on, which I hadn't recalled being on when I was just back there. It seemed like an invitation to go back there again to turn it off, but I decided it wasn't worth it. I would rather rack up the electricity bill then go back to that room, so I finally left. As soon as I got back upstairs, the surroundings and energy felt so much better. It was bright and comfortable.

I had given up on the dove, it seemed to have just disappeared and I hoped that the cat wouldn't catch it. I went back to the bedroom in which I was originally in when the dove appeared. I looked out the window and found that in the time I was gone, someone had decorated the huge pine trees in beautiful decorations. It didn't necessarily look like holiday decorations, but something that might be found in a realm of fairies or angels.

My home, my forest, my sadness

I find myself in the house I grew up in as a teenager. Just waking up, I make my way to the kitchen for some tea. I turn on some music to start my day and started clattering around. I then realized my father was sleeping, all curled up in blankets on the couch in the living room. I didn't wake him, but decided I should probably be a little more quiet, I thought I was the only one in the house, but evidently not.

I step outside into the back yard and notice a huge orange tarp over the neighbor's entire yard. I thought that was strange. I noticed that the fence that once surrounded the entire yard of my old house had fallen apart and one whole section next to the street was missing. I then noticed a very elaborate deck, much larger and nicer than what was originally there (which my dad had built with friends in real, waking life). I noticed a wheelchair ramp made of beautiful red wood, that strangely led up to three steps. I wondered why anyone would build a ramp that led up to stairs. I then saw my dad out on the deck working on it and repairing it with a friend. I overheard them talking about how to access the house by wheelchair and how one would have to go all the way around the house and enter through the old garage that was falling apart.

I then decide to leave and start walking down the road through my old neighborhood. In reality, this is a city street, lined with houses and roads, with no parks or green space. However, as I am walking in this area, I come up to a beautiful greenbelt, that is actually a breath-taking forest. This isn't just any forest, it seems absolutely enchanted and divine, with bright gold rays of sun beaming through the trees. The closer you got to the middle, the more peaceful and joyful it made you feel.

Suddenly, a voice tells me the forest is going to be torn down. I look down around me and see that all around this forest were stakes laid out for future construction of homes, a development. My heart sunk and I felt helpless that such a place of beauty and peace was going to be destroyed forever for the construction of homes that probably weren't even needed.

How could anyone not feel the pain of bulldozing this enchanted place? We're simply turning our world of beauty and enchantment into a man-made landscape of destruction and emptiness in the name of development. It was difficult enough to see this tiny belt of beauty and nature within the current neighborhood that surrounded it; it was even more difficult to accept the fact that what was left would soon be removed from the Earth forever...

A Year?

One of my favorite places on Earth is the Alpine Tundra biome. I found myself in a dream within this beautiful alpine landscape. I'm looking at a map to find what is on top of a specific peak that I had never been to the top of. I was ready to check out the new territory and was delighted to find that there was a lake at the top of the mountain.

Once at the top, I notice that there are homes and a small development there. I remember thinking how beautiful it would be to live there, but how could it be possible in the winter. Even though it is a beautiful place, a development would simply destroy it. I wondered if the people who lived there only stayed for the summer. I looked around at the houses and cars, but didn't see any people. I was suddenly in a small white house, looking across the street. I noticed two houses. One in particular caught my attention. It had gray siding and the address 365. This seems to be one of the most important pieces of the dream, since I remember the number so vividly and the details of the outside of the home. I didn't realize it at first, but now realize that is the number of days in a year.

Vortex

In this dream, I'm packing up my backpack, getting ready to go on a  hike with Chief. The weather outside is a little grey and cloudy but storms usually pass quickly here, so I decided to set out anyway. We started our way up the mountain when I started to hear rolls of thunder in the near distance. I decided we should turn around and go back to the house. As I'm walking down the mountain, I notice a very distinct low-rumbling sound. We get back to the house and I notice some interesting movements in the clouds above. I notice a rotation in one area of the sky and realize that a small tornado had formed. The rumbling sound I had heard had come from the tornado and I was glad I decided to bring us back to shelter. I found it very odd that there would be a tornado in the mountains. This one was not threatening however, and I just stood there watching it continuously come together and fall apart, over and over. I was intrigued by it and not afraid. As I'm watching it, it begins to change dramatically and now I'm witnessing a very large vortex open up in the sky. It was gray and threatening looking, but I still was not afraid of it. I continued to watch it, knowing that I was witness to some supernatural event. I wasn't sure if I was witnessing an apocalyptic event, but I really didn't care. I was completely drawn in to what I was seeing before me. It seemed comparable to an amazing cosmic event of creation or destruction. I looked briefly to my left and noticed another family with a young boy who were also standing there in awe watching what was happening in the sky. They didn't seem afraid either and were also drawn in to the mystical beauty of the event unfolding above. It had been dark and gloomy, and suddenly, it was as if the sun came out, but rather, the bright intense light was from a rainbow, not the sun. It was so bright, you couldn't look directly at it, but in my peripheral vision, I saw one large rainbow, with others moving and flowing around it, like waves of light, not produced by sun and rain. Suddenly, these rainbow beams of light are flowing in and out of the vortex. One goes directly in and the colors become a part of the vortex itself and begin spiralling within in. It is one of the most amazing things I've seen. I then have a camera and try to take a photo of it, but catch it only as the intense colors begin to fade.  I realize witnessing the event through a camera was taking away from my experience, so I put the camera away and continued to watch.

The bears are back :)

 

In last night's dream I was in my room with my mom (I believe). We notice a huge bear outside the window and then see her little cub. We watched them and were a little worried about how close they were to the house. They seemed to notice us. I went looking for my camera to take their photo. Suddenly, the cub jumped through my bedroom window. I noticed there was no screen or glass covering the window, it was completely open to the outside world. I knew we were in trouble then and was just waiting for momma bear to get pissed at us and come after us. I tried to get the cub to go away, but it wanted to come in and play. It was hanging and playing on the inside of the window frame. Momma bear came over to the window, but she didn't come after us. She came up to the window and started grabbing for her baby, but couldn't catch him/her. She never did come in. Finally they both ended up back outside the window and were wandering around. They now had a bunch of baby birds with them, as if they were caring for them. My mom or someone said they were egrets (wtf is an egret? dreams are so weird!). Now there were a bunch of people gathered outside, having picnics, just hanging out in nature. I was worried that someone would get attacked by the mother bear, but that did not happen, even though some stupid humans were approaching the cub. The bears seemed to ignore everyone and the dream ended there.

Psychic

Very rarely do I have dreams when someone tells me something very specific. This was the case just a few nights ago. I found myself face to face with some guy that I never met. He begins telling me things about myself as if he was giving me a psychic reading. The only part that stood out and was clear to me was that I was going to be making a lot of mistakes. Considering the fact that I have a lot of important and life-changing decisions ahead of me, this did not make me feel good. He disappeared and I just started feeling like shit, as if I have many difficulties ahead. Suddenly I'm back in that same place and he's there again. He told me not to feel bad and that these mistakes were going to be necessary to get to me where I truly need and want to be. They were not necessarily a bad thing, but a way to get me where I need/want to go.

The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one. ~Elbert Hubbard

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. ~George Bernard Shaw

Mistakes are the portals of discovery. ~James Joyce

To avoid situations in which you might make mistakes may be the biggest mistake of all. ~Peter McWilliams

Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life. ~Sophia Loren

Salsa, and I don't mean dancing :)

I like to think my dad is still around, somewhere, and I dream about him often. In last night's dream, I found myself in an unfamiliar house or apartment. I knew it was my house. I was walking around, singing or talking to myself or something of that nature, when I noticed a huge bowl full of diced jalapenos, tomatoes, onions, garlic, all the stuff needed to make salsa. I thought how strange it was and out of place, as I had not left anything like that out. Just then, my dad walked by, all dressed up as he was when he went to work. He startled me as I didn't know anyone was there. I then realized he had started to prepare salsa (he was well know for his hot green chili and other Mexican foods). He didn't speak to me, nor did I to him and then the dream was over.

I find it interesting how many dreams I have had of my dad being around but does not say a word to me. I also recall a previous dream where he called me on a phone and told me that he could not touch or reach out to me that I had to touch or reach out to him. I think there may be a message there, that is still trying to be spoken...

Bears

I found myself walking on a sidewalk when I noticed two bears in the distance. They continued to approach me. I was afraid of them and assumed they would attack me. They came right up to me and started sniffing me. They started biting me, but these were friendly bites, like a dog when it's playing. My fear quickly subsided and I trusted the two. I began walking with them down the sidewalk. We approached a building, maybe a doctors office or an office building. I had to go in and I was bummed to leave my new bear friends. From the inside, I watched them and how people reacted to them. They finally disappeared from my view. Inside the building I had been waiting in a line and everyone had files. I'm not really sure what I was doing there. I decided to leave and try to find the bears, but they were no where to be found.

Tornado

I found myself on the open plains, very similar to the landscapes in the Midwest where I grew up as a child. I was on what seemed like a farm or a house with a lot of land and surrounded by farmland and open spaces. My aunt and two uncles were there. In the near distance we see a tornado and it is coming toward us quickly. I remember running into the house trying to find a place to take shelter. The house had no basement and I was running around frantically trying to find a closet or some other place in a bathroom that might be safe.

I wasn't satisfied with anything in the house, so oddly enough, went outside to "take shelter," basically right in the path of the twister. I laid on the ground in some kind of box made out of 2x4s. There was a lot of junk, including blankets and other things. My family members were all there with me as we braced for the storm. I recall pulling down pieces of metal that were sticking out of the ground so that they wouldn't fall down on us. I grabbed on to my uncle's arm and closed my eyes. The earth was shaking and the sound of the approaching tornado was nearly unbearable. I covered myself with a blanket and closed my eyes. I could hear the tornado approach us.

As it got closer, probably about 5 yards away, the rumbling decreased. The tornado had dissipated right as it passed us. I opened my eyes when the sound of it subsided and saw it break apart and ascend back up into the clouds. All it had left was a few black marks on the house where it began to break apart.

The Answer in a Dream

I'm finding that taking a lab class as an independent study is somewhat of a challenge. There was one question in my lab exercises that totally threw  me off and I couldn't figure out the answer. The coolest thing happened, and last night I dreamt of the answer, illustrations and all. I find it pretty amazing that such a thing is possible. I did some research online to make sure the dream was right, and it was. It could just be that my mind was more open while sleeping, and so the answer just came, but regardless of how it worked, I think it's awesome. Now if only all my homework could be done while sleeping!!! Here's the question, just for fun:

What is the latitude of the tangent rays of the sun in the Northern Hemisphere on June 21st? In my dream, I was shown the Earth titled as it would be on the Summer Solstice, meaning the North Pole and Northern Hemisphere are tilted toward the sun. I saw the Circle of Illumination, which was at the far side of the Arctic Circle, because on this day, the entire area within the Arctic Circle is illuminated by the sun for 24 hours. So duh, the latitude of the tangent rays (just skimming the Earth) on the June Solstice is at the same latitude as the Arctic Circle, which is 66.5 degrees N, or 23.5 degrees to the far side of the North Pole.

What is the latitude of the tangent rays in the Southern Hemisphere on June 21st? Well, this would be the opposite of the Northern Hemisphere, since the Earth is tilted away from the Sun. It is thus winter there and the entire Antarctic Circle is receiving 24 hours of darkness. Thus the tangent rays hit the Antarctic Circle 23.5 degrees to the near side of the South Pole, leaving the entire circle in darkness. The latitude at the Antarctic Circle is 66.5 degrees South.

Now I realize what an easy question it actually was.

Why can't all my dreams be that straight forward when I'm seeking the answer to something? Ha!!

Revolving Door

I find myself in Florida with my friend Coral. The part of this dream that stood out most was a revolving door. I was with Coral and an older woman, who seemed to have been her grandmother. She was taking care of her and the three of us were out at a mall. Between the mall world of shops and people and the parking lot, was a revolving door. Coral and the old woman went through and I followed them. As I entered, the door stopped. I noticed how small the sections were. The door was not manual, so I could not push it myself. I realized there were buttons and switches all over the inside and I assumed there had to be a way to get it going again, I just didn't know how. The switches and buttons were not marked. I finally get out and walk over to the car where Coral and the old woman are waiting and get in the back seat. We go back to her house and I remember looking at the scenery. I try to take a picture and suddenly a big old truck gets in the way of the scenery. The truck is very old, probably from the 50's. A very old woman is driving the truck. It's right in my face, as if I had to pay attention to her and the truck.

I'm sure there's a reason, but I don't like it...

In this dream, I find myself hanging out at someone's house. It wasn't my own, and it seemed to be a friend's house or maybe a boyfriend's house. I remember looking out across the yard and patio. I go inside and lay down in a bed (luckily fully clothed, ha!). Suddenly, I hear someone knocking at the front door. Since it was not my house, I didn't get up to answer it. I hear voices in the other room and realize it is my dad. He finds his way to where I am and storms into the room. He's drunk and I'm pissed and embarrassed as usual. He's talking, but I can't make sense of what he is saying. Suddenly, there are two of him, identical images of him, same clothes, everything. One of him goes and lays down in another room and becomes silent. The other is still rambling on. Then out of nowhere a doctor walks in and tells me my dad has one hundred "incidences" ?? going on in his body and that every one of them should have killed him. Then the doctor was gone.
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The last thing I want to dream about is my dad being drunk even after he is gone. It was bad enough in real life. Why do I have to dream this shit? Can people still drink in the afterlife, cause if so, I'm gonna kick his ass when I see him. Although if you're not alive, I suppose it doesn't really matter if you're drunk or not. Either way, it seems you could be spending your time more wisely. Then again, it could have nothing to do with him and just be a reflection of my own psychological issues that surround my dad's alcoholism and the manner in which he passed. Very interesting that there were two of him and what the doctor said. I've got to ponder this one some more, but it sucks to go there...

Death Dream - Jan. 7

This was essentially a dream about dying. I experienced my own death. I recall being outdoors somewhere with a lot of people. Some kind of natural disaster was taking place and I remember thinking I was not going to live through it. I suddenly see a bright white light come down over me, like a tube that only surrounded my body. The light got intensely bright, but then it faded and disappeared. I realized at this point in the dream that I had died, or rather almost died, but came back to the earth plane.

I then remember driving up the highway that leads towards my house. As I was driving in a surreal environment,  I noticed that there were vortexes, almost like black holes (but gray/white in color) in the sky all above where I was driving, about at the level of the clouds. I wanted to get home, but I didn't want to drive or pass under these, because I realized that they were the same tubes of white light that covered me as I nearly died. I assumed if I drove under one that it would suck me up and I was a goner. I wasn't sure how I was going to get home and wondered if I would have to dodge these vortexes every time I needed to drive home taking the route I was on.

Suddenly, I was back at my house and lying in bed. It seemed like my room that I was in, but it was certainly different. The details of my room were missing. I was there with another person, lying in bed, although I cannot recall who it was or if was even someone that I know in waking life. As I was lying there, I somehow knew that I was going to die. I was not sick, I believe it may have been some kind of outside force or incident, maybe another natural disaster or even an unexplained reason for the death I was about to experience. However, I knew it was coming. I braced the person next to me and again, the white vortex covered my body and I was immediately taken to another realm of existence. It was not painful, it was not frightening. It was very calm, peaceful and painless. All I can recall was that it was very white. There was a bright light and everything was white. The person I was with was there with me, so we must have both died together. I recall a mirror hanging on the wall. I looked at myself thinking I might be all young and radiant looking, as I've heard some stories state when a person appears as a ghost, but I looked exactly the same as when I passed. I could see my reflection, but I too was white. It was similar to a pencil sketch on a white piece of paper; everything was white except outlines and shadings. Then I looked around and noticed that my dog was not there with me. I suddenly was able to see the "living realm" and saw my dog laying on the floor sleeping next to my bed as he was when I "died." I became deeply sad that he was left behind and I asked some kind of higher being that seemed to be present there if I could have my dog there. I was told I could and then he was there and no longer in the "living realm" I was viewing. I was very glad he was there to join me.

Most dream dictionaries and theories often say that dreaming of your own death is symbolic of a death of a part of the self or personality, a transformation involving the death/end of something to make room for something new.

Nuclear Blast Dream

Today I woke up "on the wrong side of the bed" to say the least. Mornings have never been my best time of the day, but today there was a special annoyance to everything from the moment I got out of bed. I had a piss poor attitude to say the least. As I walked out to my car, I reflected on the fact that it was kind of odd. I rarely wake up in a bad mood, let alone the awful mood I was in this morning, especially for no apparent reason. In fact, I can't recall a time I've ever just woken up that way. My bad days don't usually begin the moment I wake up. I shrugged it off and tried to get myself in a better mood. I drove to work. I got to my office and realized I was extremely tired. There was really no reason for me to be as tired as I was. It was out of the ordinary, I got a decent amount of sleep. As the day went on, it just got worse. Little things kept happening that were just annoying. Why is it that when we have a bad day, it seems everything goes wrong? Is it the energy we create from having a few things go wrong that escalates and causes other things to go wrong? Is it simply perspective based on our mood? Is it all just coincidence?

As the day progressed, my tiredness did not go away. In fact, I ended up feeling dizzy and extremely fatigued a few times throughout the day. A headache would come and go. This is very unusual for me. During a phone call I explained how awful I felt. Nothing was "wrong" that I could define. I didn't really feel sick, I just couldn't focus and was very tired. Plain out "blah." Still, I couldn't find anything that would explain why I felt this way. The person on the other line asked if I had bad dreams. I thought for a moment, but didn't remember dreaming last night. "No," I replied.

About a half hour later, it all came back to me (how does that happen, when we forget a dream all day and suddenly it comes back, seemingly out of no where?). Sometimes I will forget a dream and something will remind me of it later in the day, like seeing one of the symbols in waking life. But this was just, "poof" and there it was in my memory, as I was working and concentrating on something else.

Wow, the dream was intense. It was one of those dreams where you physically feel it. Unfortunately, this was not a good dream. I recall being in a barren lot, something similar to where there might be a flea market. There were a lot of people and I remember seeing empty run down buildings here and there, such as restrooms and old storage buildings. For some reason, there were many people gathered here, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, a voice comes over a speaker and explains that there is going to be a nuclear blast. The man explains that it will be brief and it shouldn't hurt too bad, but to brace and protect ourselves as much as possible by kneeling in a ball and covering as much of our bodies as we could.

There was a blinding bright flash and a wave of energy came rushing through the lot. I had found myself huddled behind a metal wall or barricade of some sort. I braced myself. I heard a voice say it was going to be painful and screaming may help ease the pain. I heard a string of people screaming, as the wave worked its way through all the people. It came to me and another blinding flash. The only way I can describe the feeling was as if being shocked from head to toe, but different. This is the closest feeling I can relate it to. There was a high pitched ringing, that permeated my whole being. It was the most awful feeling I've ever felt. All other sound was muffled by the ringing and I screamed just to see if I could hear myself, to see if I had survived. It was horrible. It lasted only a few seconds and slowly, I could hear and see again. People began walking around, collecting themselves and going about their business. I was with a few other people and started walking around the dirt lot, looking for a restroom. Each one that I found was closed up and empty. I finally found an open one and recall looking at myself in the mirror to see if I was OK.

So, after remembering this dream, I couldn't help but wonder if there was a correlation between the way I physically felt today and the dream I had. I've read many theories about dreams, but I have no answers. There are so many theories. Could the dream have drained my energy/soul as it traveled through space while I was dreaming (astral travel)? Maybe my unconscious knew I wasn't physically well and so created the dream in response? Did the dream interrupted my sleep and therefore cause the fatigue from lack of sleep? At any rate, I thought it was interesting, simply due to the nature of the dream and the way I felt. I haven't had a dream like this in quite some time. In fact, I've never had a dream involving nuclear radiation. I have had many dreams of tornadoes, where I have felt the physical pressure/suction and pull on my body. Those are awful too, but the only similar type of dream I've had where I have such an intense physical sensation. Oh, and then there are dreams when you are falling or flying and the physical sensations are pretty intense then too. I can't help but wonder what makes these dreams so realistic and so physical. What do they mean and can they impact your physical or spiritual being? Then again, I could just be coming down with a bug or something and it's just a coincidence that I had a bizarre dream at the same time. I'm skeptical. However, I do know some people who would tell me this is a serious dream and that I need to protect and re-energize my self and that my soul did experience some kind of trauma. Other people would tell me it's mere coincidence. I'm kind of holding a middle ground on this. Either way, dreams fascinate me and this one has especially caught my attention.

Dreams - Post 1

I've decided to go ahead and create a blog specifically for dreams. My dreams have been at an all time clarity and quantity lately. Dreams have always fascinated me. Lately I have also noticed that those of us who share our dreams with each other have been experiencing very similar dreams. It could simply be the collective unconscious working its way into our consciousness through archetypes, etc. I've noticed a lot of apocalyptic dreams lately among a lot of people. Even my mom has been having such dreams, and she keeps asking me if we should all be worried! I'm not big into 2012 theory or anything like that, but who knows, it seems something is definitely being stirred up in the collective unconscious.

My opinion is that for the most part, dreams simply provide us insights into our personal lives, usually very important parts of our lives. It is a way for our own knowledgeable subconscious or unconscious to speak to us, to get our attention. Yet, I do think there are dreams that may have even deeper significance on a more universal level. I also believe the spirits of those who have passed can use dreams as a way of connecting to us. Of course there are people out there who believe dreams are simply our mind's way of playing out the experiences of our day, or neural occurrences in our brains and nothing more. Or maybe just fantasies and have no deeper meaning at all. I certainly think some dreams can fall into these categories, but I think overall,  dreams have much more meaning and depth than that.

I remember as a child, my grandmother was very conscious of her dreams, journaling and interpreting them. I don't remember a time when I didn't dream. I've learned a lot from them and have even very occasionally had dreams that predicted life events exactly as they happened. I knew a woman who dreamt of others when they were about to experience an awful or dangerous experience in life. I'm glad I don't have this ability, but she was truly an angel on earth who helped many people through the messages she received in dreams. I know this first hand, because she helped me (the whole story will be told in my book).

I basically want to open a space here where I can log some of my dreams and connect with others who study dreams or experience vivid and detailed dreams themselves. I've opened this blog so that anyone should be able to leave a comment. So lets start a conversation about one of the most mysterious, sensual, humorous, unique, and sometimes terrifying experience of the human mind and consciousness.

~Namaste~