Dreams

Sweet Bobbi, from Gracie Owns Me, posted a very interesting text regarding Recurring Dreams. It is a neat post and you should go there and read it, if you haven't yet.

She made me think about the subject last night. Going back there today, I read the various comments left by her friends, and the many different views they have as for the purpose or reasons for our dreams. May they be whatever they are, good or bad - the dreams, I mean.

I have absolutely no expertise on the subject. In fact, I have no expertise in anything!

I have a belief, though. A mix of faith and happy wish. A sort of philosophy of life.  And that includes the dreams, as a source or a means that we have to see and feel, and even sometimes predict things. A method of communication, if one so chooses.

It is my belief that, while asleep, our bodies rest while our real "selves" can be liberated from the attachments of a daily life, and go! Go wander and investigate. Go and have fun. Go and meet those who have already left. Go and learn.

Oh, well. I know that there are many people that will be very upset right now. I would say that relief is just one click away. Click out and come back another time, then. When I am talking about something else - if you want to.

I am entitled to my own faith and have no intention to offend those who do not think or believe as I do. Fair is fair.

I am a Spiritualist and see life and death in a different manner. Some may think like me, as many may not. But it does not matter. Faith is a private thing, right?

So, as I was saying, dreams are (to me) not only the reliving of daily experiences. Yes, sometimes they are. But, if you work on it, relax your mind and train yourself, dreams can be an interesting learning experience.

Let me leave it like that.

I will tell you, though, two of my dream experiences which I find interesting.

I have had a specific dream, since I was very young. In it, I am driving a car, going somewhere I did not know. On the right hand side of the road, there was an area that looked like a forest to me. On the left hand side, I could see a town down the hill, its lights and a bridge. An interesting looking bridge. Another interesting detail was that it was always night time on my dream.

And I had never been to such a place in my whole life. It kept on coming back, over and over again. To the point that, after a while, I could see certain details of the area. Still not capable of recognising the place, I started considering the dream just weird. I even thought about a past life or something like that.

A few years ago, past my fifty something years of age, I am driving to work. I was an Overnight Stocker for the Walmart in a little town not far from home. All of a sudden, I had this huge Déjà Vu. The night drive, the road up the hill, the trees on the right of the road, the little town down at the bottom of the left side!

It was too strong. I had to park the car for a while and look around. It made me want to cry, I don't know why. The emotion was too strong. The place exists, it is there and I knew it!

You see, who knew that I, at 45 years old would leave my country, would live in a small town in the US? Who could predict that I would have to drive at night to work - NEVER in my country! I would NEVER work at night in my country!

I was not complete in my country. I had no purpose - or so I felt. As I wondered what would happen to me in my future, that dream kept on re-occurring. Strange? Yes, but fascinating at the same time.

Another time I had a dream that woke me up crying. I felt desperate! I was around my twenties, as I remember. I was in such distress that my mother woke up and came to check on me. I did not recall the dream as I still do not. The only thing I said to my mother was:

- Something happened to "uncle" Marcelo. I know it!!

And I could not stop crying. It hurt. What I was feeling was terribly sad and strange. And scary!

"Uncle" Marcelo was married to one of my mother's best friends. And they lived in a small town far from us. By the beach. And they did not have a telephone at the time. I spent the whole day with that awful feeling.

Months later, we went on vacation and stopped at their house on the way. They were fine and we had a good time with them. All of a sudden my mom remembered my dream and asked them if anything had happened to them on such and such date. My mom had it written down somewhere.

Yes!

They were astonished with her question and told us that their house had been invaded by two guys with knives that wanted to rob them. And they fought back. They told us the whole story and also that my "uncle" Marcelo had been stabbed three times on the stomach. On that very same date!!!

I give you my word! That very same night!

Dreams can be more than reliving daytime experiences. I tell you.

Love ya!