MY DREAMS ARE MORE THAN
DREAMS: That’s what it seems
by
Anthonystjoseph
As long as my memory is and since I was a
child my dreams have always been very profound, lucid, colorful, fun, exciting,
unforgettable, and most of all, illuminating.
There are also times when my dreams are quite foretelling as in yes, telling
me the future. The most startling thing
about my dreams is that I never actually know that I am dreaming. My dreams are like my real life and my real
life is like my dreams, they both seem real and seem to have larger meaning.
I was over thirty years old when my mother
told me that most people dreamed in black and white. I looked at my mother when she told me of the
black and white dreaming phenomenon that most people endure and openly and
directly accused her of lying. I told
her straight to her face that she was lying.
I could not believe something so ludicrous as people dreaming in black
and white. I myself have never had a
black and white dream. I told my mother
in an almost violent tone, “That’s just stupid! If I ever dreamed in black and
white then I would know I was dreaming!”
For I could never tell and never realized in any of my dreams that I was
actually dreaming. Even in the dream
that I levitated in, I actually felt as though it was a true experience that I
was going through.
I guess I should talk about the foundation
of my dreams or as some would call, the settings. One of the most startling things about my
dream life is that there are several locations and places that I go to in my
dreams since I was a child that I have never been to in this lifetime. There is the school that I go to often in my
dreams. There is also the Oceanside
cliffs with the paths and trees that I have visited several times, it is one of
my favorite places. There are also
people that visit me and I visit with that I have never met in this lifetime
that visit me again and again in my dreams.
I feel as though I am being instructed by these various people in my
dreams who seem very concerned with my development. I love the reality of my dream world and my
dream world seems to love me. There is a
psychic strain that runs in my maternal family and a spiritual stream that runs
in my paternal family and I feel it may have doubled something in my genetic
combination and this is my world.
I had an apartment in Tucson, Arizona and
one night I dreamed the apartment next door to mine burned down. A week later I came home and my apartment
window was wide open and so was my door.
I couldn’t believe someone had opened or broke into my apartment and
just left everything wide open. I ran
around and checked on some of my important belongings and valuables and all
were there. Then I noticed that my door
had actually been bashed open and the door frame was hanging off of the
wall. Then I realized I smelled
smoke. I walked back outside and my
other neighbor on the opposite side told me that the neighbor next door to me
had indeed burned down her apartment.
Apparently her kids had set her apartment on fire and the Fire
Department had broken down my door to make sure my apartment wasn’t on
fire. I had previously told some of my
friends at work about the dream of the apartment next door burning down a week
before and they were in awe that I had predicted it.
There is an old myth, legend, or wives
tale about dreams that I would like to factually debunk. The tale, as it is commonly told tells us
that if you are falling in a dream and you hit the ground that you actually die
in real life. This is not true. I had a dream were I was standing on a cliff
in a violent rain storm. Suddenly in the
dream I fell off of the cliff and was plummeting to my inevitable death. At first I was flailing my limbs and trying
to reach for anything and nothing in the sky to save me from my fall. During the fall and my screams I suddenly realized
something. The dream happened in my
early twenties when life seemed impossible.
It was a time in my life when I was realizing that ‘happily ever after’
was not available to me in this lifetime.
It was at this moment and during that particular revelatory thought
while plummeting to my death in the dream that I realized, when I hit the
ground, all the pain of my life would be over.
I was instantly relieved and relaxed and waited for death when I hit the
ground, for as I stated, I never know I am dreaming and my dreams seem
real. As I relaxed in the fall and let a
smile come over my face in relief of leaving this life I suddenly hit the
ground of a school gym and found myself landing on a bunch of school
chairs. I was instantly upset that I was
still alive. I was pissed off. I stood up in the empty gym and looked around
and then suddenly woke up and still upset that I was still in this
existence… I thought I was finally
moving on.
Something amazing, spiritual, and
seemingly special is going on with me and my life and I’m not quite sure what
it is. I know there are so called family,
associates, and tons of outsiders who feel they are contributing to what is
happening to me but there are spiritual factors that most do not know of. My faith and understanding of what I am going
through wavers from hate to love and from joy to disdain. Sometimes I feel like I never want to believe
in God again and that my belief in God is what has destroyed my life and that I
have been bamboozled. And then sometimes
I feel I have been given the greatest gift of all to know that I am here to
learn things and to understand that this life is more than ‘this’ life and it is what comes after
that we are to understand and I am on the road to understanding THAT.
By
Anthonystjoseph
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