Versions of Reality
1. Due to Sleep
I am to pay my dues to the 1/3 of life that is spent sleeping, and thank this morning for a moment of clarity. Lately, when I wake from dreams, I've been having to give myself a few minutes to distinguish between dream and waking life. I have to make sure I'm in my own bed, and then also look at the clock. the clock is the symbol of waking life, since I deal with the clock for knowing when I have to work, etc. Symbols. In sleep, I look at my hands. When I see my hands, I can dream lucidly.
I was dreaming lucidly of a conversation between two women who were both very honest and mature. One of them was talking about how she had treated her daughter violently. "I did slap her across the face." Then other woman was also mature at handling it, because she didn't jump to any conclusions. She took the truth and moved on with the conversation with patience, being able to ask questions without getting knotted up in emotions, anger, etc. I was impressed with the way they were able to communicate. Anyway, I knew I was dreaming when (and this is sad) they were being honest. I said to myself "I'm dreaming, because people are being honest". Surprise! It turned out that my alarm clock had gone off and it was a program on the radio. A woman had called in and was telling the truth.
Most people are pretty dishonest, I guess/assume. I had recently concluded that there are very few genuinely honest individuals. At first (in the back of my mind) I made the general assumption I'm not getting the truth no matter who I'm talking to (excluding a very tiny few). This may sound contradictory, but regardless, I make decisions on what to do. I should not be terribly skeptical, and because I am honest, I should treat people as if they were honest regardless and if it turns out they're not, I accept that as a human truth. Needless to say, I'm getting a better eye for honesty. It can be very difficult to tell, because people come up with brilliant ways of avoiding truth (anything but THAT!). Hearing the radio show reminded me that there is more hope for the existence of honesty, and that was a revelation for me.
This is a contemplative sketch, before whenever I get to the next, thinking more on versions of reality.
I am to pay my dues to the 1/3 of life that is spent sleeping, and thank this morning for a moment of clarity. Lately, when I wake from dreams, I've been having to give myself a few minutes to distinguish between dream and waking life. I have to make sure I'm in my own bed, and then also look at the clock. the clock is the symbol of waking life, since I deal with the clock for knowing when I have to work, etc. Symbols. In sleep, I look at my hands. When I see my hands, I can dream lucidly.
I was dreaming lucidly of a conversation between two women who were both very honest and mature. One of them was talking about how she had treated her daughter violently. "I did slap her across the face." Then other woman was also mature at handling it, because she didn't jump to any conclusions. She took the truth and moved on with the conversation with patience, being able to ask questions without getting knotted up in emotions, anger, etc. I was impressed with the way they were able to communicate. Anyway, I knew I was dreaming when (and this is sad) they were being honest. I said to myself "I'm dreaming, because people are being honest". Surprise! It turned out that my alarm clock had gone off and it was a program on the radio. A woman had called in and was telling the truth.
Most people are pretty dishonest, I guess/assume. I had recently concluded that there are very few genuinely honest individuals. At first (in the back of my mind) I made the general assumption I'm not getting the truth no matter who I'm talking to (excluding a very tiny few). This may sound contradictory, but regardless, I make decisions on what to do. I should not be terribly skeptical, and because I am honest, I should treat people as if they were honest regardless and if it turns out they're not, I accept that as a human truth. Needless to say, I'm getting a better eye for honesty. It can be very difficult to tell, because people come up with brilliant ways of avoiding truth (anything but THAT!). Hearing the radio show reminded me that there is more hope for the existence of honesty, and that was a revelation for me.
This is a contemplative sketch, before whenever I get to the next, thinking more on versions of reality.