Dream

'Ay!' cried the child, in a burst of despair. 'I knew it could never be, I felt too sure of that, before I asked! But, all to-night, and last night too, it was the same. I never fall asleep, but that cruel dream comes back.'

'Try to sleep again,' said the old man, soothingly. 'It will go in time.'

They say that you dream in black and white.

I am quite convinced, however, that I dream in shades of blue and green. I base this on my recollections in the morning.

I had a dream that I broke my glasses somehow and they had 3 eye lenses instead of two. The left one was fine, the middle was crumpled and the right was bent in half. I guess they were plastic lenses.
I wonder what this meant. My left lense was fine. My middle was crumpled, which must be my third eye, the part that senses things, the part that causes emotion. My right one was bent in half, which is my right brain, where the artistic side of a person comes out. The left side is more, well I'd rather not use that side except that writing is from the left side of your brain.
I still don't know what it meant.

[Text: Edgar Allan Poe (???), »A Dream,« from the Saturday Evening Post, August 13, 1831.]


A DREAM

A few evenings since, I laid myself down for my night's repose. It has been a custom with me, for years past, to peruse a portion of the scriptures before I close my
eyes in the slumbers of night. I did so in the present instance. By chance, I fell upon the spot where inspiration has recorded the dying agonies of the God of Nature.
Thoughts of these, and the scenes which followed his giving up the ghost, pursued me as I slept.

There is certainly something mysterious and incomprehensible in the manner in which the wild vagaries of the imagination often arrange themselves; but the solution
of this belongs to the physiologist rather than the reckless »dreamer.«

It seemed that I was some Pharisee, returning from the scene of Bath. I had assisted in driving the sharpest nails through the palms of Him who hung on the cross,
a spectacle of the bitterest woe that mortality ever felt. I could hear the groan that ran through his soul, as the rough iron grated on the bones when I drove it through.
retired a few steps from the place of execution, and turned around look at my bitterest enemy. The Nazarene was not yet dead: the life lingered in the mantle of clay,
as if it shuddered to walk alone through the valley of death. I thought I could see the cold damp that settles on the brow of the dying, now standing in large drops on
his. I could see each muscle quiver:--The eye, that began to lose its lustre in the hollow stare of the corpse. I could hear the low gurgle in his throat.--A moment,--and
the chain of existence was broken, and a link dropped into eternity.

I turned away, and wandered listlessly on, till I came to the centre of Jerusalem. At a short distance rose the lofty turrets of the temple; its golden roof reflected
rays as bright as the source from which they eminated [[sic]]. A feeling of conscious pride stole over me, as I looked over the broad fields and lofty mountains which
surrounded this pride of the eastern world. On my right rose Mount Olivet, covered with shrubbery and vineyards; beyond that, and bounding the skirts of mortal vision,
appeared mountains piled on mountains; on the left were the lovely plains of Judea; and I thought it was a bright picture of human existence, as I saw the little brook
Cedron speeding its way through the meadows, to the distant lake. I could hear the gay song of the beauteous maiden, as he gleaned in the distant harvest-field; and,
mingling with the echoes of the mountain, was heard the shrill whistle of the shepherd's pipe, as he called the wandering lamb to its fold. A perfect loveliness had
thrown itself over animated nature.

But, »a change soon came o'er the spirit of my dream;« I felt a sudden coldness creeping over me. I instinctively turned towards the sun, and saw a hand slowly
drawing a mantle of crepe over it. I looked for stars; but each one had ceased to twinkle; for the same hand had enveloped them in the badge of mourning. The silver
light of the moon did not dawn on the sluggish waves of the Dead Sea, as they sang the hoarse requiem of the cities of the Plain; but she hid her face, as if shuddering
to look on what was doing on the earth. I heard a muttered groan, as the spirit of darkness spread his pinions over an astonished world.

Unutterable despair now seized me. I could feel the flood of life slowly rolling back to its fountain, as the fearful thought stole over me, that the day of retribution
had come.

Suddenly, I stood before the temple. The veil, which had hid its secrets from unhallowed gaze, was now rent. I looked for a moment: the priest was standing by the
altar, offering up the expiatory sacrifice. The fire, which was to kindle the mangled limbs of the victim, gleamed for a moment, on the distant walls, and then 'twas lost
in utter darkness. He turned around, to rekindle it from the living fire of the candlestick; but that, too, was gone. – 'Twas still as the sepulchre.

I turned, and rushed into the street. The street was vacant. No sound broke the stillness, except the yell of the wild dog, who revelled on the half-burnt corpse in the
Valley of Hinnom. I saw a light stream from a distant window, and made my way towards it. I looked in at the open door. A widow was preparing the last morsel she
could glean, for her dying babe. She had kindled a little fire; and I saw with what utter hopelessness of heart she beheld the flame sink away, like her own dying hopes.

Darkness covered the universe. Nature mourned, for its parent had died. The earth had enrobed herself in the habiliments of sorrow, and the heavens were clothed
in the sables of mourning. I now roamed in restlessness, and heeded not whither I went. At once there appeared a light in the east. A column of light shot athwart the
gloom, like the light-shot gleams on the darkness of the midnight of the pit, and illumined the sober murkiness that surrounded me. There was an opening in the vast
arch of heaven's broad expanse. With wondering eyes, I turned towards it.

Far into the wilderness of space, and at a distance that can only be meted by a »line running parallel with eternity,« but still awfully plain and distinct, appeared the
same person whom I had clothed with the mock purple of royalty. He was now garmented in the robe of the King of kings. He sat on his throne; but 'twas not one of
whiteness. There was mourning in heaven; for, as each angel knelt before him, I saw that the wreath of immortal amaranth which was wont to circle his brow, was
changed for one of cypress.

I turned to see whither I had wandered. I had come to the burial ground of the monarch of Israel. I gazed with trembling, as I saw the clods which covered the
mouldering bones of some tyrant begin to move. I looked at where the last monarch had been laid, in all the splendour and pageantry of death, and the sculptured
monument began to tremble. Soon it was overturned, and from it issued the tenant of the grave. 'Twas a hideous, unearthly form, such as Dante, in his wildest flights
of terrified fancy, ne'er conjured up. I could not move, for terror had tied up volition. It approached me. I saw the grave-worm twining itself amongst the matted locks
which in part covered the rotten scull. The bones creaked on each other as they moved on the hinges, for its flesh was gone. I listened to their horrid music, as this
parody on poor mortality stalked along. He came up to me; and, as he passed, he breathed the cold damps of the lonely, narrow house directly in my face. The chasm
in the heavens closed; and, with a convulsive shudder, I awoke.

Once I dreamt, that I was flying. In my dream I could even do some loopings. I woke up because the loopings made me feel seasick.

What´s the point in dreaming something wonderfully impossible, if again reality strikes back?

Dreams are the key to reality. All of our alternative selves are brought to us as our hidden possibilities. We enter other realities, other times, other spaces, and enrich ourselves.

Sometimes I wake up suddenly,
afraid that you're in danger- but then
I remember that you're not here;
you're safe and sound in my dreams.

Nightmares and Recurring Dreams

The best way to understand why we have nightmares is to think of nightmares as an
early warning system or an alarm that alerts us that something is wrong in our lives
and is hurting us, and we need to focus our attention on it & fix the problems so we
can overcome them and be happier. Being human, we don't always pay attention to
the subtle hints or little nudges that we need to do something, keep procrastinating
instead of tackling the problems, or we are so preoccupied with other matters that we
miss big issues that are about to blind-side us in our lives, so that's when nightmares
occur to help alert us so we can avoid a disastrous outcome caused by emotional
blocks or situations in our lives that we are not moving past or even recognizing.

Some nightmares are like practice sessions that test our abilities and outlook on a
given issue, to prepare us for going through a painful lesson in life such as the
break-up of a relationship, loss of a loved one, fears of death, loss of health; any
number of situations. At first the nightmares on these issues are a shock, but as we
get used to the issues they are pointing out and change our perception or get inspired
to learn new ways of handling painful issues, the nightmares lessen in their severity
and we achieve a sense of inner peace or calm.

Nightmares are like a last ditch effort to scream for your attention. There's nothing
like a heart-pounding, terrifying nightmare to get our attention and say, "Hey! What's
going on, here? I don't understand what this is about, and I need to know so I stop
having these nightmares!" That's when I usually hear from people who are seeking
help to get past this point, and once they understand the underlying issues that are
symbolized in their nightmares, they then discover which steps to take next.
Nightmares are actually helpful, in the same way that physical pain alerts us that
something is wrong with our bodies and needs healing, nightmares are a helpful
warning or alert to us that our emotional and mental state has a glitch that needs
work and healing to get past, because it's somehow making our lives harder and more
painful.

Dreams prepare you for current and future events in your waking life. They also
point out to you areas in your life that need to be healed, or worked upon.
Nightmares are usually your deepest fears symbolized by frightening, horrifying
images. If you learn to face your fears instead of running away or ignoring them, then
the nightmares will disappear or evolve into regular non-threatening images.
Nightmares are your wake-up call to problems you need to solve in waking life. Why
are they so frightening or graphic? Because that's what most effectively gets our
attention.

Unfortunately, we don't usually pay attention until our dreams get to this point, and
then we sit up and take notice. It's similar to the way in which we pay attention to
our bodies...pain may be unpleasant, but we finally realize that there is a health
problem or injury that needs to be tended to, and then take care of it. The pain
may start out mild, but the longer we ignore the problem, the worse it gets until we
simply must take care of the problem. It's the same situation with dreams; we may
get numerous messages in regular, non-frightening dreams, but not pay attention.
Finally, when the situation gets to a vital point in which a problem must be taken
care of pronto, we will get the nightmare. One of my favorite quotes is this:

The Fates lead him who will; him who won't, they DRAG!

Once you get used to paying attention to more subtle messages in regular dreams,
you won't have to be »hit over the head« with a nightmare to clue into a problem, and
take care of it. In this way, just as pain helps you avert a more serious physical
disaster, nightmares prevent a problem in your waking life from getting advanced to
the point of not being able to fix it.

You can learn helpful techniques for conquering your nightmares by finding
information on dream symbols and learning how to interpret your dreams, so you can
start learning without having to be »hit over the head« with a nightmare. I have been
»dragged« plenty in life, and I finally started learning to clue in earlier to what my
dreams were telling me, and I must say I feel much more in-tune with my intuition
and what is going on in my life ever since. It clears away a lot of the confusion.






Recurring Dreams

Recurring dreams are similar to dream themes, except that in dream themes the
dream itself can change, while in a true recurring dream or nightmare, the dream
narrative is always the same or nearly identical. This is pointing out something very
important for you to »get« and understand, and usually recurs during triggering
events in your life that the dream represents. For instance, if the dream represents
fear of abandonment, and all of a sudden you & your spouse are having marital
difficulties, then this dream could recur. Same thing if a spouse or loved one dies or
moves away--those events could also trigger the dream to recur. What seems like a
nuisance or unpleasant nightmare is really a helpful signal to you that there is an
issue that's deeply bothering you and needs to be brought to the surface and fully
healed. Once this is done, the recurring dream will either evolve or disappear from
your dreams altogether. If you find the dream or nightmare getting WORSE instead
of better, you are getting a stronger message to correct the issue it represents before
it becomes a much bigger problem in your life, and I wouldn't suggest ignoring that
message, if I were you!

many people have dreams, usually they are really simple: someone to love, to be loved, kids a home to be.
They grow up with kindergarden and school and friends, and thes start to take over life in their own hands as older as they grow.
Nothing special, just like me.

When I woke up I was in a forest. The dark seemed natural, the sky through the pine trees thick with many lights. I knew nothing; I could do nothing but see. And as I watched, all the lights of heaven faded to make a single thing, a fire burning through the cool firs. Then it wasn´t possible any longer to stare at heaven and not be destroyed.