Truth in the Dreamscape

Let's talk about something everyone does every single day; dream. Have you ever experienced a dream that in essence when you woke up came to pass at some point in the near future? I have, you may not even give yourself credit for such a unique experience. It may be a sense of deja vu that you can't shake. Or you may just feel that the situation must be coincidental. Believing there is no way our minds have the power to glean insights through energy exchanges. That's just for spiritual hippies. These attempts at denial may be true but that doesn't make you any less connected to the cosmic energy of the universe. Dreams can be many things to many people, for those connected to their dreams life opens up to insights of an elevated reality.

I have always felt connected to my dreams. Sleep is one of my favorite things to do every day, I'll never tire of it. In the middle of all this uncertainty, permeating the collective energy it seems an odd time for me to contemplate on dreams, or is it? My writings are reflections of life in STORY and recently, not for the first time, I experienced a dream that was enlightening. It was progressing as any adventure dream where your mind has created a space to strive toward accomplishment. The truth of the events in my dream hit me when I was jarred awake at 3:30 in the morning. Reflecting on the tragic situation that interrupted the momentum of the adventure. Later I turned on the TV to learn a plane had crashed in India that left over 240 souls that are no longer bound to their corporal form.

Let me take you to that 3:30 am jolt from the land of the dreamscape. I awoke, my throat sore with a dehydrating thirst. Before I woke I was having a cooperative dream. I don't know why I was traveling with a military contingency or what the hell we were looking to do traveling by plane. It is a dream after all, scenes tend to blend into new horizons at a quick pace. I remember feeling a recollection that we were off to help people. In order to do that we had to board a plane near a harbor with overground industrial pipes intersecting the perimeter. Soon after takeoff, the plane lost altitude and nose-dived straight for the bay surrounding the refinery. I started yelling "Brace for contact, brace for contact". Though most of you know, some of you may not be aware that you can not die in your dream, your brain will simply reload the scene. So when we crashed I was able to escape drowning and swim to shore.

(For the overtly skeptic, yes not every aspect of the dream is verbatim to what happened in India. It was not a military jet and they were not near a large body of water.)

Psychologically, dreams are said to be the place where we overcome the issues of the day or overcome the boundaries of our corporal forms. Conversations we needed to have with others, or time we needed to contemplate an issue. Exercise our fantasies at a safe distance from those it may impact. And for some of us a chance to connect with timelines both future, past, or dimensional. I have had the experience of an astral dream, it was the most interesting experience in my life. I lucid dream quite frequently and I enjoy it. Then there are dreams where I share experiences with someone I know, or knew. I always wonder if that other person was dreamt of me as well. But my all-time favorite dream happened one restless night six years after my grandfather died.

Background to this moment has to do with an anxious fear I was experiencing and I was terrified of a specific outcome. It was the early 2000s and I had just come to the acceptance that my professional athlete of a boyfriend was certainly cheating on me. And not understanding the full demographics or scope of HIV I was convinced he passed it to me. The 80s movie KIDS and the antagonist Casper scared many of us 90s babies and then TLC reminded us of the danger to chasing waterfalls. All this in addition to my overactive imagination put the fear of death in me about the possibility of contracting the virus myself and confining myself to an unwanted fate. I would go to bed holding this fear.

Then one night I had the most refreshing experience a dream has ever offered me. I was at the house I grew up in, and outside in the driveway was waiting a taxi cab. For those who remember what a Taxi is, and not just any cab but a 1950s classic checker cab. I got in the back seat with no idea where I was headed but I knew I was along for the ride. The old man in the driver seat put his arm on the seat and looked over his shoulder to look at me and ask "Where to?" I didn't know what to say but he just started driving. The neighborhood I grew up in turned into a Thomas Kinkcade painting. People in Victorian clothing were walking the street and the sky kept changing colors. We talked while he drove me around the town, it was so easy and I totally trusted him. Then he stopped the car, the sky started raining blood, and he looked in the rearview mirror and said "Everything is going to be fine, you can get out here."

I got out of the car knowing that it was raining blood but understanding that it was just a symbol. I let the rain fall over me and I knew I was cleansed. I felt restored. I knew that I was not sick and that I could stop worrying. Then the sky cleared and I made my way to the village knowing that the man who was the taxi driver was my grandfather and he met me on this plane to reassure me that I was not going to be dying from an STI. I knew it was him right when I got in the cab even if he didn't look like him. I trusted him. He has yet to visit me in the 20 years since but when I needed him he found a way to take care of me, just like he did in life.

Human physiology is such an intricate system of organic engineering. So many things have a purpose except maybe an appendix. The full functioning capacity of the brain is still unknown but dreams are all part of the daily healing process. All of us are striving to work through or accomplish something. Dreams are a place to address the truths to many of our worries, fears, hopes or fantasies. A plane where we can overcome our doubts, insecurities, challenges, or holdups. We wake with a feeling of reflection, or a lingering sense of solution. Perhaps it yields you something like peace of mind and others it reminds you of your connection to people halfway around the world. Where do your dreams take you?