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.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
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.
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~
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~
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