At my age I have had some doozy dreams, I recall the teen years with crushes like James Garner, or some other celebrity, (Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream, make him the cutest that I ever seen). Competition dreams. Treasure hunts. Many dreams where I was the hero, saving a bunch of school kids from a potential bomber. I was good, like Jason Bourne good, and better because no one thought a woman would do it. I like to think that even weird or bad dreams all have a purpose. Since when does anything about our nature not have a purpose!
Freud said we have three levels on consciousness; conscious, preconscious and unconscious. Some add supra-conscious. TM has 7 levels, some have 10. More than one reality exists (in Quantum Physics) -Google it- amazing stuff here my friends. I only know what I know until I know something different, which thank goodness happens all the time or I would die of boredom and repeat my mistakes.
So it makes sense to me that our dreams can be a benefit in many ways. Allows us some much needed freedom time, adventure and even a warning. I heard that if you dreamed the same dream three days in a row, to pay close attention, your subconscious was trying to get your attention in a big way. This trio occurrence happened once to me. I was desperately trying to hide and run away from a person I just recently met, it was scary. I was allowing him to stay with me while his apartment was getting a redo, and I finally told him to leave. I could see the rage in his eyes, he did not hurt me physically but he wanted to. It was loud and frightening. The next day I asked for help from God, the universe, to get him out of my life. By the time I got home from night school, their were FBI agents there to meet me and they had put him in jail. I was so grateful, they explained he was a sociopath, talented in deceit and con, in more than one state, my phone had been tapped, so they knew I was not involved in his plots, which was antique books by the way. In addition, a dear friend of mine called me that night and said he had three dreams of me looking "exposed and naked" and it felt like I was in harms way. I explained what happened and he was at my house four hours later comforting me. Again, forever, grateful. My sister called as well, she could not get me out of her dreams, and wanted to know what the hell was going on! I think when a deep love connection is there, communication know no bounds!
I saved a dream to use over and over when I can't sleep, most of the time it works, it puts me in my mountains, playing with a horse and her foal, running along the fence line, looking out at my cabin and my love comes driving up in the red truck. I can always smell those pines and that sense of peace.
I also find fascinating those really weird dreams. Recently, I am in sort of my old farmhouse, this one is much larger, and newly renovated, as I am explaining some of the work in progress to a few folks apparently here to celebrate this renovation. I leave to go outside on a wonderful sunny day, to see hundreds of people in our yard, even a charter bus, as I look for my hubby, who in his brown cattle coat, he waves me over. As I walk, we see a whirling white disk, with orange lights in the sky descending at a fast rate, many eyes are now tracking this object, which crashes to the ground over the tree line a mile or so away, sending dirt and smoke up into the air. Immediately five or cars, start to exit or are driving down the road towards it, looking to see where it landed. That's it. Cracks me up and probably has something to do with the constant work a farmhouse from the 1800's creates an my feeling towards it.
I get to see some of my favorite people in my dreams too. They are not on the planet anymore, but we still connect and and that is a help and source of strength for me. It is interesting that often dream reality is "not" part of the history I consciously had with them here. I guess we evolve in all realities.
So Mama Cass and I sing....Stars shining bright above you... night breezes seem to whisper I love you...Birds singin' in the sycamore tree...Dream a little dream of me.
Life on Gravel
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City girl sharing stories of a life full of country glitter and other shit.