Perplexing question I have been tossing about......
How much do you (and anyone who reads this) think our dreams are affected by daily events? It seems to be a theme with me also, where I will dream something and it is very close too something that happened that day or a few days before. OR is it our subconcious putting ideas into our concious that we then act out IRL. I am thinking it is a little of both.
The question is, If our dreams are JUST segments of things we did IRL, then how can we interpret them as messages from higher beings or guides?
This goes really deep I realize, like seeing butterflies over and over IRL. (signs). etc.
The main point is if I dream of a house (self) and fixing it, how do I know this is a sign or just that I watched a home improvement show last night???
Does that make any senses at all?? :?: :?:
Re: Perplexing question I have been tossing about......
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How much do you (and anyone who reads this) think our dreams are affected by daily events?
I do, about fifty percent. I think 100% of our dreams are things we perceive and the other fifty percent is the processing-for-storage that takes place.
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It seems to be a theme with me also, where I will dream something and it is very close too something that happened that day or a few days before.
Yep, IMO.
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OR is it our subconcious putting ideas into our concious that we then act out IRL. I am thinking it is a little of both.
Maybe- or our subconscious processing that we perceived in the nonphysical, including precognitive events- that we haven't perceived with our bodies yet, but that we have access to with the nonlocal part of our minds. Perception is perception, whether fivesensory or othersensory.
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The question is, If our dreams are JUST segments of things we did IRL, then how can we interpret them as messages from higher beings or guides?
Because that which we experience (perceive) is not limited to the physical-sensory. If objects are subject to quantum entanglement, why not our psyches? (Look up microtubules for more info.)
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The main point is if I dream of a house (self) and fixing it, how do I know this is a sign or just that I watched a home improvement show last night???
Well, the obvious question is ....obvious. Or, Mrs. Obvious asks the obvious questions:
1-Did you watch a home improvement show? And,
2-Does the symbolism in the dream 'translate' well into what your mind is doing?
Two dreams, or one interrupted one.
There was a party in a hotel. I was there but in a sort of 'mentor' or 'protector' figure. I stayed with a group of people all the time, to make sure they were safe throughout the proceedings. I do not recall what kind of party it was, but there was a hotel salon engaged for it. At some point I had to go to the bathroom, but I couldn't leave the group alone so I had to hold it until the event was over. Then I was presented with a hotel room for my sacrifices, and stayed there.
Then I woke up, had a terrible headache, got up, took something for it, did the usual four o'clock activities (pee, drink water) and I went back to bed.
I went back to the hotel salon, surrounded by people. Now I am teaching a lesson (don't remember about what) but someone who is with me a lot (may be my guide- he is male and is always at the left side of me, just besides my line of sight)- my guide asks me "so what is quantum physics?" I answer the branch of science that describes what happens to particles, and these particles hold most of the power in the universe.
He asks me why and I report that when you separate an atom it causes a massive reaction, which releases the power that keeps them together. I also said that when we study quantum mechanics we are studying the particles that represent this power.
He seems pleased about this answer. Then one female in the group (she seems to be a student) asks me a question and I answer it. I don't remember this exchange. Then my male guide tells me of a trick I can use to channel some of this awesome energy.
He tells me that when I stomp my foot some of this energy is released inside the foot, so I have to stomp the left foot and then rub my palms together, and this channels this energy into my hands. I'm not sure what this is about but I did know what he was talking about in the dream. I tell him I'll try it at another time, when I need to use it.
I wake up and it's seven. I don't have to get up until seven thirty, so I stay in bed and decide to 'see' my morning hallucinations, but none come. I fall asleep again, but the alarm soon wakes me up. As soon as the beep beep beep starts I start to get hypnagogics! This annoys me, and I wonder, as I'm getting up, if the alarm frequency is doing some sort of entrainment, and I turn it off, get up and start my day.
Down the mountain with deceased friends/family
I was going down a stone mountain, on a walk path that was parallel to a road for vehicles. As I was meandering down the path (with walls, and ruins. It was very interesting looking). I hear a motorcycle coming down the path, and I see an old boyfriend (who is now deceased). I come out of the path and he stops. We talk, he gets off the vehicle and we go to a nice spot and have a kind of picnic. We spend time talking about many things. He then gets on his bike and goes away. I then keep going down the mountain and go into a stone-ruin-house and meet my mother and grandmother. They have some milk in a cup and I drink from it, although I wonder how fresh it is, it being a mountain in the open air (the house is more a ruin with no ceiling, but that makes it airy and cool) and I am aware that they are dead also. I taste the milk anyway, and at some point wake up.
A few notes on self-reflection: When I was with the ex, my lucidity was 'different'. I wasn't aware he's been dead for a few years, but I was aware he was just visiting. My awareness was more emotional than mental, but there was a certain 'knowingness' about what this was about (saying a final goodbye, something that didn't properly happen in real life).
By the time I was in the little stone house, I had more awareness of what kind of environment I was in, and my mom and grandmother were ghostlike, more like 'impressions' than images. The milk was more 'solid', and it had flavor and texture. I also had some awareness that my tasting of it was somehow symbolic, although I was not (and am not) yet clear on what exactly it symbolizes (except the obvious mother's milk nourishment symbolism). BTW, it tasted good. Not like fresh milk, but like reconstituted dry milk, a taste I like. FWIW.