dream

Dream 3 part 2


Once again I have a dream that defies the common stance upon dreams. I mean really how can you see something that is not a product in the reality we live in. Yet there it was; an item that you could tell was manufactured. It was functional and made sense it how it was being used. I could see others actually using it.

As to the interpersonal activates within it. Again the conversations show friendship and long term interactions between all involved within it. The details are not important. The fact that the realism was beyond that of other dreams.

I have has dreams and knew that this all they could be, but these dreams that I write about are more. There is too much occurring not only in the personal interaction, but in the places. A mind is extremely powerful, but to image a water park with manmade rocks and places setup up to sit and talk or to have other area setup up for shopping or eat. I don’t see the mind going through that much need to make that type of detail just for REM sleep.

I mean really, wouldn’t you think details like that would make you tired instead of rested when you awaken from a dream like. I would think so, but that is not what happens

Dreams 2


How is it possible to have dreams that are so real and I have had so many. Could they be real? Just in a world, we can only access through our dreams. Quantum theory says that for each decision we make another reality is formed, taking the opposite choice, but to me that is still to limiting. I have been at the command of a rebel force that used tigers and triceratops as mounts. I have flown through the air without anything but my will. I have flown in space in a ship and battled other vessels in the blackness. I have made love to women that loved me in return, but I have usually never known them in my waking world.

The last women I dreamt of had short light brown hair. Her soft skin felt so real. Holding here slim form was as if she was right there with me at that very moment in the real world, but she was not. Our discussions had meaning that had shown events had happened in the past between her and I. The room we were in was familiar and yet I have never been there. Additionally, I do not know any slim women with short light brown hair.

I have felt a knife being buried into me back as I felt the presence of the blade within me. This took place when I was a child, not a man. By the way, I have never been stabbed.

I have witnessed the flash of a nuclear bomb exploding and then dying within its blast wave. I have seen tornadoes many of them all at the same time devastating fields and towns and then within a few days tornadoes hit actual places in the waking world.

Along these lines, once when I was a child I dreamt I was on the school playground. I was walking along the concrete curb when I slipped. As I looked down, I saw a shiny black volcanic glass rock. I picked it up and looked at it then looked up at the saddle back of the mountains that my school and home were next too. The next day this actually happened for real and as it did, I remembered my dream from the night before. Talk about deja vu.

Dreams


Are dreams just dreams?
Or are they something more?
I have had many dreams in my over fifty years. Many I remember.
I have watched a city I have never been to grow and change throughout my five decades of life. So how can I see the same place, know it is the same place, and yet see it change?
Could it be real somewhere else?
It is thoughts like this and many others that I will be posting.
Some will be like this. Some will be about my believes and faith since I am a Christian. Some may even be about politics. Depends on my mood at the time. Let us just see where it goes together.