To me, dreams are just another means to raise an eyebrow and a reminder that life is a truly intricate design worthy of respect and awe. I used to try and draw meaning from my dreams, especially the few that have very directly connected to my waking life and even sort of predicted the future, but like anything metaphysical, and the simple fact that I cannot really KNOW anything, I decided it was a waste of energy to go any further than awe and respect. I tried reading Carl Jung's book on dream analysis once and it was so bloody complex and intellectualy ornate that it helped me with the realization that some things are just better left unanalyzed.
Things such as dreams, and non-linear time, and no-such-thing-as-self, and the current three dimensional reality being limited to our five senses and the mind (what does the other 92% of our brain do?), and auras and crystal energies, and enlightened individuals that can perform miracles (real life superheroes!), and so many interesting things that cannot be easily directly experienced and is really just for intellectual (or wannabe-intellectual) speculation; the useful stuff involves this three dimensional sensual and mental reality that I am an active participant in right NOW.
In this age of efficiency I am not trying to waste any time (time, ha!), but I am pretty damn good at it.
My dreams, when remembered, put little quizzical grins on my face before I get out of bed, and I usually will share them with my company that day to see who else is experiencing mind boggling dream-reality.
Last night I had a death dream, where I was taking part in a sort of game where I choose three ways to kill someone, and kill them those three ways and then they get to kill me in three ways of their choosing. I cannot recall the ways in which I killed, but when it was my turn to be killed I remember hoping that the methods would not be very painful. One of the methods was going to be extremely painful and brutal and I was overcome with a terrible momentary feeling fear of this pain, but then I told myself that it is part of the game that I chose to play and I must play by the rules. I cannot remember much more except that I laid down to be killed one of the times and had accepted my fate because dying was just a physical thing and did not effect my spirit.
Lately my dreams have involved strong emotions and sensations that seem very real at the time; like being determined to learn to fly and knowing I can if I keep trying; and enjoying playing a soccer game against children because it was so easy to score goals; and thinking my friend was crazy for smoking some kind of strange drug with the texture of sea sponge but smoking it anyway so I would not be judged by him; and seeing a full moon so close and so bright and then it did a complete 180 and I saw the Dark Side of the Moon right infront of me but felt that it must have been me who flipped because the moon does not rotate; and being really jealous because a girl I really like (in real life and in dream) chose a pro surfer instead of me.
A friend of mine told me the other day that in a few days there will be a cosmic event that will influence our dreams and bring them closer to our waking life, or something along those lines. Speculation to keep in the mental rolodex for cross referencing with my upcoming dreams.
If you are reading this and thought of interesting dreamworlds ou have visited recently, please share them, my eyebrows can always go higher on my large head.
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Cool writing christian thanks for provoking thought!
ReplyDeleteI too had a fortuitous dream two nights ago, it was a vivid scenario involving a French family I was an au pair for 6 months ago. I left them on average terms and I had felt so nervous to be in touch with them. The host mum fired me because she didn’t think I was responsible enough to look after her 2 year old. I found her mostly irrational and neurotic and ended up leaving quite bitter about the situation, sorry for the thankless task of looking after 4 foreign speaking, energetic children. For the past 6 months I had thought about the family off and on, trying to hold on to the good memories and forget the un-savoury ones, sometimes prompted to send them an email or update them, but still so nervous. So with this as the backdrop I will explain my dream and why it was so interesting. I was travelling through Paris airport with you Christian,you carried onto Greece, where as I decided to visit this French family. They were really excited to see me and I felt an overwhelming sense of welcome. I went to wake Romain up who was sucking her thumb in bed and gave her a big hug, and little 5 year old Madeleine had grown up so much, Lucille as well. They had me sit on the couch and we had juice and truffles.It all felt so good. Just when I felt so comfortable I had one of those dreamlike sinking feelings, realizing I had to get to the airport in 5 minutes to catch my connector flight to Madrid. I was panicked and the family became really panicked for me, I felt so gutted to have ruined the special moment, and have them fuss over me so much. Suddenly then my Mum arrived, and they wanted to meet her so I ended up cancelling my ticket to Madrid. Soon after this I woke up. When I woke up I told Gracie, (my flat mate) about the dream, and thought to myself how nice it was to have positive emotions about seeing the family again. That day in real life we inherited a car from Carwyn and crazy Welsh character from Hossegor, so with that we decided to go for a day trip to Biaritz. While en route I randomly received a call from SEBASTIEN MAIRE, my host dad, with a bit of a fright I picked it up to hear little Lucilles mousey voice on the other end. I talked with her, then Romaine, then Madeleine, then Sebastien, they all said how much they missed me and were happy to talk. It was the most odd experience because I hadn’t heard from them in 6 MONTHS!!! Dreams are crazy, mostly they are the conversion of short term memory products into long term memory, puzzle pieces of thoughts and fragments of things done in your day. But every now and then an experience like this one makes awakens the possibility that dreams carry some deeper power. It furthers my belief that there are aspects to this life that are beyond our comprehension. The intricately woven loom of the past present and future is so complex and beyond me. So often I yearn to have such control over my future and perfect the present that I forget tomorrow I may be in a wheelchair or a millionaire. You’re right that if the average human being only uses 8% of their brains, that there must be a lot of grey matter wizzing and whirling in dimensions over and above the 3 we experience day to day. Unbeknown to us but within us. Interesting! Perhaps this rare dream was completely random, or perhaps it was perfect timing to prepare me for a conversation in which both parties needed to be filled with love and good feeling. Perhaps I needed to realize through that dream to be more grateful towards the family who had shared so much with me. I love the limitless and unpredictable possibilities of dream land. A good way to access them a little more is to set your alarm 30 minutes earlier than you normally wake up, then hit snooze. The short sleep time reserved for dreaming will allow the brain to remember the dream when you wake a soon after. Keep a dream diary and take note of patterns...