I'm a dreamer and remember most of my dreams. I often wake up to them, entering the physical world impressed and touched by what I experienced in the other world.
Dreams are a different form of reality. The world we enter in a dream is real, for our bodies and minds. It is proven that a body reacts physically to a dream. Adrenalin is released, the heart beat goes up, we feel. If our body reacts, how can it not be real?
Many argue that it is only the subconscious mind that is working on things we experienced in the physical world. I argue that the subconscious mind is part of the conscious mind. So when dreaming we are entering another form of being. It is as real as the physical world, but it is not the physical world.
We are wanderers between two realities, the two realities that we are most aware of. The ones everybody is experiencing, no matter if he believes, seeks, denies or accepts. Being awake and being asleep dreaming.
In a dream we are everyone and everything, we become everyone and everything, we can reach everyone and everything. In a dream we see everyone and everything, we hear and feel everyone and everything, we taste and smell everyone and everything.
We often wake up and if we remember a dream we are confused. We confuse the dream reality with the physical reality and it leaves us wondering what we saw and who we are. But we are everyone and everything so a dream with all its twists and turns is part of our selfs. We are what we dream but we don't dream what we are.
I want to share parts of a dream with you. It left my body aching this morning, my heart laced and heavy. I woke up with questions.
I walk along a magnificent railing, the beach under my feet, I feel free and happy when I return to the building.
I'm in a beautiful oriental sandstone building. High ceilings, magnificent wooden doors, a large hall with several rooms. There is a light brown leather couch in the entrance.
I experience an exuberant mood, I am happy to be there and I want to share the moment. I'm making a video. There is a restaurant at the entrance, the owner is sitting with his dog at the window smiling at me. I open doors and see people having fun.
Next I'm in a different scene but within the same world.
I sit next to a pier on a grandstand. With me are some tourists. It is nighttime and we are next to a waterway. There is a turmoil at the pier which I didn't recognize at first. I sit in the 4th row and the grandstand levels up towards the pier.
On the water are 3 boats. Wooden, old traditional boats with a few men on them. When I take a closer look I notice that a man is panicking. He lashes out, held by several other men. A hemp rope is wrapped around his hands.
A tourist tells me that this is an execution. I am deeply upset because I am sitting in a grandstand with tourists who are on vacation. Carefree, a strange mood. There are 3 men tied up on each of the boats. Young, one with a beard and shoulder-length brown hair. They look at me, they all look at everyone. I see panic, despair, pain and fear. I can feel it.
An elderly man is standing on another boat with his hands bandaged. He's bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Another man is pulled out of the water, gasping for air. They are supposed to be drowned.
There is a strange atmosphere, it feels like tourists in a Spanish bullring watching the spectacle. I feel the urge to do something when suddenly people are raising their arms. It was asked who is against it. I raise my hand to signal that these men should not be executed and try to motivate others to help.
A man sneaks around the stands.
There is a book on the pier. You can enter your last words and requests there. Local men do this, I cannot read their writing. I also want to enter something and get nervous because there is less and less space in the book. When it was my turn I wrote in nervous handwriting:
We are all the same. If you kill them you kill yourself. You kill your son and your daughter.
Another man started writing between my lines and crossed out my words. I got angry and when I looked at the paper I couldn't see what I was writing.
A man wearing a headscarf came up to me, he was the judge and I felt respect for him. I was supposed to speak and I mumbled the text I wrote in the book. I saw that he understood me when a blonde woman said something behind me. He turned to her.
I felt that my words had no weight and felt helpless. When I looked at the water, the boats were gone.
In my dream my self witnessed everything, from being happy and exuberant to total fear and desperation. I witnessed everything, I felt everything just to wake up in another level of being. The one we call reality.
If my self was feeling and experiencing all of it in this dreamworld just to wake up in reality remembering it, what or who is me then?
I'm fighting an internal fight. The fight between my Ego telling me you are your body and mind and the something telling me your body and mind is part of you but not your self.
And I know that being confused over it means I'm still on the search. As long as we are searching our hearts will ache and minds will fear. In our dreams or reality.
Only when we truly understand that we are everyone and everything reality will become a dream.
©bulldog-joy