Last night (this morning?) I had a dream that i was walking down a corridor in a big building, like a mall or a high school, and then I met a girl who started walking with me and talking. We walked and talked and laughed. She wanted to know about me. She was asking questions. Then she had to use the bathroom, and suddenly she had a little boy that was with her. So they went into the bathroom and I tried to find a seat to wait for her, and I as began to sit down I realize I was in a bar. I started to sit down but the bar girl told me if I wasn’t going to buy a drink I couldn’t wait at a seat at the bar. So i went into the next room where a girl was lounging over 3 separate chairs. The chairs were movable and they were orange, white and blue. They were not attached, but rather in like a triangle configuration about 2 feet apart from each other. Her feet were in one chair. Her torso was in the second chair and she was stretched out so that her head was in the third chair. She looked very uncomfortable. She was reading. Or at least trying to read. Mostly she looked uncomfortable, like it was taking all her energy and concentration trying to twist her body to be in 3 chairs. I asked her nicely if I could use one of her chairs to sit in. She looked really mad, but then gave me one. First she sat up in the one chair and pushed the other chair away. Then she sat on a couch with another girl. I started reading a book, waiting for my friend, when there was a tugging on my pants. I was wearing white courdoroy pant. I looked up and it was the second girl tugging me towards the other girl on the couch. She was really mad! Apparently she was trying to get my attention, and was really mad that I took her chair. She was pouring water on the floor in attempt that it would flow like a river towards me. But the water was all around her feet like a big puddle. She started screaming at me. My friend came back from the bathroom. I stood up. The girl kept screaming. I said ‘I’m sorry, but I’m not getting into a fight with you.” She said that I was going to fight with her. I said, no I am not. She kept yelling. I didn’t pay attention which made her even more mad. I said to my friend, let’s go. We left and as soon as we were out of the door, I said, run! So we started to run to the next door, and we could see the other girls were following us. We kept running. It was one room after another. Big open rooms with with white floors and gym doors like in a high school gym. We kept running. They caught up with us, and the girl with the chairs was practically losing her mind in anger. I stood there watching her. Her eyes were yellow. Then she turned into a man. A big ugly man, who was really mad. Then he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I just stood there, realizing he was going to pull the trigger and that in a few minutes there was going to be a lot of blood, and I just stood there, helpless, looking into those yellow eyes, saying to him in my mind: i love you, i love you, i love you.
And then I woke up.
And the dream never happened.
There is nothing to fix.
There is no story to tell.
I woke up and the dream disappeared. I seemed to be in one location where real things seemed to be occurring, but when I woke up, and the whole scenario disappeared … poof … into thin air.
Most people don’t even remember their dreams in the morning.
I use this as an example to show you that it doesn’t make any sense the way we tell other people what is going on in our life. Who cares what happened in my nighttime dream? Who cares what happens in my daytime dreams?
You, who are reading this, probably lost interest within the first couple of sentences, thinking “who cares about a stupid dream? Why is she telling us this?”
But you you realize this world is a dream? The stories, people and places are literally are not there. Nothing happened. Nothing is happening. You wake up, and the dream never happened. People did not do things to you. There is no story. You won’t remember anything at all, except the present condition you find yourself in which is the eternal Love of God.
You will forget everything that ever happened to you when you wake up.
There will be no story.
There will be only love.
You would see how utterly ridiculous it is to try to figure out and fix your dreams once you wake up. You will be laughing that you ever tried to solve your problems, because you will be awake and you will see that none of it happened. You will be laughing.
You notice how when you try to tell people a nighttime dream, most people blank out immediately and are not interested in hearing the details? (unless they are dream experts looking for symbols and clues of what lies hidden in the unconscious). The reason for this is that most people automatically know “it was just a dream.”
This is a dream.
You notice you never die in a dream?
You notice that even when bad stuff happens in the dream, when you wake up in your bed in the morning you realize you are completely unaffected?
Nothing happened. You were perfectly safe the whole time.
You wake up in your bed and you think “thank God, it was a dream.”
That’s what will happen when you wake up from this nightmare. You’ll say “Thank God! It was only a dream.”
So remember that next time you go into a long detailed explanation of what is happening in your life. It didn’t happen. You are trying to make sense of something that, in a minute or a few years or a thousand years, you will wake up and not even remember.
You can be totally happy. You don’t have to react to dream figures. You can just look them in the eye and love them totally.
i hung on every word.
I, too, read the whole thing. Now I feel kind of silly.
However, I like my dreams. They are so freaking interesting. I have composed the most heart-breakingly beautiful music in my dreams. Complex and intricate with full orchestra. I have flown in my dreams. Sometimes my dreams are like action movies.
I can appreciate the ‘love is the question and the reason’ philosophy, but I wonder if life doesn’t have more of a purpose than to provide us opportunities to love.