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I had a dream last night that reminded me of a series of dreams about the cosmos… Here are a couple that came to mind after last night's lovely dream:
Age 4 1/2 - (How do I know I was 4 when I had this dream? We moved when I was 5 and I remember the bedroom where I woke up after this dream). My great uncle was a scientist who would probably be diagnosed with Asperger's nowadays; we got along famously. He taught me to read at a very young age and to play checkers. Back then, the three-level checker and chess boards were a big fad - the kind with clear levels and you made moves veritcally and horizontally. I remember very clearly dreaming I was standing on the top glass level of the board floating in space. I wasn't smaller, the boards grew to people-size. I remember looking around at all the stars and the incredible silence. I looked down and saw the other levels of the glass checker boards wondering as a 4-year-old would, how did this happen! I wasn't afraid, I remember feeling this was really cool and I didn't want to wake up.
Age 18 - Flying through space at the speed of a rocket, only flying in my regular clothes and just myself, no rocket or space ship. Noise, like crashing planets it was so loud. Hovering like hummingbirds do, watching something horrible in a sort of holographic form. This startled me into waking. This dream came true, 12 years later, in waking life.
Late 20s to present - Dreams of floating up and through my tent or ceiling of home, out into deep space. Looking down wondering where to go, where to visit. Often, the places I visited in these dreams became places I lived or worked later- not deja vu, but exact. Once, I dreamt I was at a friend's house in France petting his gorgeous golden labrador. I felt kind of funny wondering how I got there and took back off flying into deep space again. He called the next day to tell me his dog went beserk the night before, enough out of character that he got up and out of bed to look around and see if anyone was there. When I visited, that dog was my shadow. My friend said his dog moped for days afterward.
2006 - I was managing an FQHC health clinic at this time in waking life. I found myself in a dream with one of my billing staff wandering a gorgeous old historical house. High ceilings, wood floors, the whole deal. We walked into a large lemon-yellow painted room with beautiful handrolled glass windows. I can still recall the hollow sound of our footsteps from the dream. On one wall was Seurat's famous painting, wall to wall, floor to ceiling. Now, I'm not a big fan of pointillism, but I did remember that painting as a child in an art book I loved to look at whenever my mother was taking a nap. In the dream I saw a sort of fuse box thing on the painting wall. My colleague told me to step away and I wondered why. I opened the little door and behind the painting was the cosmos. I smiled and went through the little door, which of course now magically was my size, and floated out there, feeling so contented, happy, peaceful. My colleague began freaking out so I asked her to come out and see how amazing this was and she said no way and pulled me back in. Then the door vanished.
Whether I just have a big imagination or there's more to these dreams, they were pretty cool to dream :) Kind of like free entertainment. As a kid and young adult, I thought everybody dreamed like this, but I soon learned if they did, they sure didn't talk about it!
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