Do you remember your dreams? If you remember your dreams, do you attempt to interpret them, either on your own, or with the help of a book? I would love to hear others’ thoughts and perspectives.
I have been hearing and seeing a lot about dreaming, and evidence that we may actually be living whole other realities in our dream plain. I want to look into it more, for sure. But I wonder if this might actually be the case. Do you think this is possible? Or do you believe that dreaming is just a way for your brain to make sense of what your experience while awake?
I, myself, have a very intense relationship with my dreams. Since I was a small child, I have dealt with night terrors, sleepwalking, and vivid dreams, sometimes, even lucid dreaming. The night terrors were so realistic and believable. Horrific scenes of murder. Started when I was 13. That is when the sleepwalking started, as well.
The night terrors have all but disappeared in the last two years. I fully believe that being in a stable relationship has calmed my nervous system a great deal, which has quelled whatever the cause of those dreams was.
Dreaming now is vivid. I can begin dreaming within one minute of closing my eyes, and I am still aware of noises and light around me. Sometimes, the dreams feel like I am being dropped into a scene from other people’s lives. I am just an observer. A majority of my dreams involves preparing for something. It can be anything from planning a party, to evacuating our town due to a natural disaster. I am forever preparing.
I have learned to have a teeny tiny bit of control in my dreams. I am successfully able to bring myself out of a dream when it becomes too scary or weird. I am also able to tell myself that I am dreaming in my dreams. Most of the time, even when I say this to myself in a dream, I don’t force myself awake, I stick around to see what happens.
Another cool thing about my dreams is that I dream quite frequently of family and friends who have died. I believe these dreams are a visitation. In these particular dreams, things are casual, as if they never left. We are doing normal things. They pass messages along.
I once had a dream about my parents. We were all in Oceanside, at Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base. On the beach. It was one of my parent’s favorite places. They had a little toddler boy with them. I recognized him because he was a carbon copy of his father. I asked my dad anyway… my dad said, “This is Scout. Your son.” The baby I had lost to miscarriage the week we learned that mom had terminal cancer. Here he was, playing on the beach with my mom as my dad and I talked. He told me that Scout was a very good boy. I thanked them for taking care of him.
I think that was a visitation. You can say that it was just my brains way of dealing with the grief. I am cool with that, too. Both can be true.
Anyway, I know I don’t get a lot of comments, so I am not sure if anyone is reading my blabbering, but if you read this, and you have a cool dream or perspective, I would love it if you would comment.
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