Early this morning I had a strange and powerful dream. I couldn't find my Dream Journal and so opted to type it on the computer. It was just so fascinating I can't help but to share. Please forgive my rushed and rather sloppy style of writing; I was in a hurry to get it all down before I forgot!
The first thing I remember clearly is being an area
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I didn't think that planet Earth was only 99,815 years old ( in fact, I'm reasonably sure it's about the age scientists say it is ). I'm not even sure The Voice meant Earth-years, or physical years at all. It could have been the age of the dream-world planet, or it could be that The Voice meant I have 99,815 years of incarnation experience, or it could have meant something else entirely. Following the Dream Moods dictionary's advice to shorten long numbers by repeatedly adding the digits until you end up with a single digit, I got 5. 5 is said to be the number that links Heaven and Earth, and is generally a really powerful, lucky number.
As for the teenaged girls, I've thought it over, but I honestly don't think it's me wanting to be a teenager again. The age I really want to be ( and stay ) is 21. Yes, 22's only a year off, but I think it's more agiing in general I'm afraid of than a longing for my teenage years. Aside from the trip to Britain, my teenage years were quite dull, and I have no desire to repeat the mood-swings, confusion, fear, and depression I endured through most of them. On the whole, I tend to view most teenagers as being silly and immature. I know that there are plenty out there who don't fit that bill, but most of them seem to.
The Voice was definitely NOT the puppy-eating people. It came from somewhere else entirely.
While I certainly enjoyed myself in France, I had even more fun in Scotland. So why wouldn't I dream about Scotland instead? I think maybe I labeled the city as France-like because France was the closest thing I had experience with to compare it to.
In dreams sometimes it's hard to tell what's "real" and what's just symbolism and a visual manifestation of some part of you or your worries/desires. You kinda have to go by your gut. And my gut tells me the water-city is out there somewhere: probably in another dimesnion we have no access to in the waking life. Being in another dimension, IMO, doesn't make a place any less real. I firmly believe the universe is abundant with life, almost none of which we humans as a species will ever become aware of through earthly means like telescopes/radio signals/etc. Since humans are a part of God just like everything else, we create as He does with thought; the moment you imagine something it becomes real *somewhere*, and the more details you and others add, the more souls that become aware of it, the closer to "our" reality it gets. So yes, Howard the Duck *is* real. Buffy the Vampire Slayer is real. Anakin Skywalker is real. Even (vomit) South Park is real. They are real because we made them. We will never be able to contact them while we exist with earthly bodies on earth, because they exist in a dimension completely outside of our grasp except through dreams. By the same token, we are someone else's fantasy, someone else Out There. We are no more "real" to them than they are to us. We work together to fashion universes.
At least, that's what I believe with all my heart and soul.
I didn't make the Paris-like city - it was already there. Someone else ( perhaps many souls ) created it, and I merely visited it the way I might visit Boston.
As for the spider, I think that was definitely symbolism. Though it just as easily could have been something else, it felt like symbolism to me. Probably signifying a challenge ahead, or something I'm currently having difficulty with.
Thanks for your input. It's always good to get a second opinion and a fresh perspective.
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~Iain
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I don't buy *everything* everyone says about it, but some of their ideas defnitely resonate with me.
Another theory which fascinates me and doesn't really contradict Quantum Theory is String Theory. Awesome stuff. I love excercising my brain.
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