7/11/2017 0 Comments Always a dreamerWhen I was a child I loved dreaming. I had some of the most beautiful dreams, full of magical places, creatures, and adventures. My journeys where diverse and I traveled far. My room would slowly turn to white as my living and dreaming world collided, and a figure of a unicorn would appear beside me . Once the unicorn was fully visible, I would hop out of bed and onto it's back, and we would fly away. I remember it's eyes the most, soft, loving, and wise. I cherished this gift and even made a unicorn alter out of an appliance box turned on it's side, a poster stuck to the back, and a little table inside with special treasures. I would sit before it and pray for all my loved ones to be protected and the world to be filled with peace. I didn't know what an altar was or even praying, really. I just knew there was a magic to life. As I became older, the dreams of unicorns became less and less, until one day they just stopped. I remember crying myself to sleep, begging for my unicorn to return. Instead my dreams became more complex, more dramatic. I was constantly on a journey, a roller coaster, or a space ship eating stars. Nothing was familiar, and anything could happen. Anything. I missed knowing my dreams where safe, I liked having a guide and knowing where we were going. Now it was just me against the unpredictable world of dream. I was a teenager when I started to experience strange coincidences like dejavu, and prophetic or precognitive dreams. Most times my dreams would be abstract, so it wasn't like I could really tell the future clearly. For instance, maybe I would dream about a toy train driving around a giant wedding ring with water in the center. The next day I would get stuck at a train track, it starts to rain, I look down to the floor of my car and find a ring that I lost months prior. My head would tingle with what my friend calls, "god bumps." Other times, I would dream of exact words or actions. I was 15 when I had a dream that my yoga teacher was lecturing me about smoking and prana. The next day I walked in slightly late to find her repeating word for word what I had dreamt. I pondered often how to interpret my dreams, and to learn my sleep language. The concept of lucid dreaming became a fun fascination. I read that one of the first steps is to first recognize that you are dreaming, then look at your hands. Once you look at your hands, you take control of the physical doings of your dream and are no longer just a witness to the mind. Your attention is focused on being fully present and in the dream. I had some success with this and it is definitely not easy. Now I am just a tired mom, and am lucky if I remember any dreams! I do remember some, and writing this is inspiring me to keep a dream journal. I mean, you never know, I could be missing a lot of prophetic messages by rushing to turn on the coffee pot. Or maybe I should take the time to whisper the names of loved ones before drifting off into the healing world of sleep. Well, sweet dreams-whatever they are! Good night~
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