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I recently met someone in a dream who can dream travel like me. Both of us seem to have a whole other life when we go to sleep. The weird thing is I have been friends for him for about 10 years and he just moved to my area. He showed up in my dream yesterday, when I was having one of those REAL dreams that I have, and sat down in front of me at a table and I pointed at him and said, “YOU did this on purpose!! You know how to do this TOO!!!” Of course, in waking life, neither one of us really knows how we do it.

Later that day, sitting across the table from him in THIS reality, I asked him if he astral traveled, he gave me a 1/2 astonished 1/2 knowing look and then he told me about his alternative reality that he “wakes up into” when he is asleep. I knew exactly what he was talking about, and he knew what I was talking about throughout the whole conversation. He’s the only other person I know that does what I do. It’s kinda bizarre that he now lives 10 mins from me.

I recently read a book by Heather Valenica and Rolly Kent about the Yaqui Indian Dreaming Women who meet each other in dreams sometimes even before they meet in person and they get drawn together, sometimes over a continent, then recognize each other upon seeing each other for the first time. I wonder if that is what happened with me and this friend, because it surprised me that he moved here.

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I wanted to post about some dreams.

I have noticed in my life, that from time to time I have dreams about flying. The dreams seem to coincide with a) times when I have made life-altering decisions that were freeing or in tune with ‘the way’ , the Tao, or the natural flow of energy; or b) at times when I have been deep into a study of esoteric/metaphysical/spiritual-genre things.

It is important that I note here that I often have this horribly nagging feeling that I have forgotten something vital, and I know that this something vital thing that I was supposed to remember was something I told myself to remember while I was dreaming. Now, I cant remember what that thing was, but I cannot stress enough how important it was for me to remember it and yet- I didn’t.

It might have had something to do with the flying. Like the fact that not only was I dreaming of flying, but that I actually -was- flying.

I have had such dreams about flying that I am certainly convinced that they are not dreams at all, but actual excursions.

One might ask, “Well- what, exactly, of yourself was doing the flying?”

My answer would be that it is that thing of us which is most vital and yet unearthly.

In our limited view we would say, “Oh, well… if your physical body is not lifting up off the bed, then you are not flying.”

To that I must reply that there is no such thing as a physical body… that the real you, which is realer than your illusion of a physical material body is made of energy/consciousness.

When this essence of you is flying… you are flying.

That would be the realest part of you that exists.

But, yes… I digress and get preachy. Sorry.

Ok so… in one of my dreams I realized how to fly as I was being given instruction by a voice or some intelligence. It told me that I simply had to decide to go up by thinking ‘up’ and then go there.

In the dreams I remember often being skeptical, but my dream-self is like my not-dream-self and I try this crazy thing anyway and it always works. The limiting factor is always my disbelief. But the more I do it, the easier it is to do it more.

So, one might say, “So… big deal. How is this important or helpful?”

Well.. I don’t know, exactly. I don’t know that it does anything except give me this incredible sense of freedom. And it makes me aware of how light we are… I mean our essential energy selves (the physical body sensation feels luggish by comparison.) Perhaps it has made me more aware of the true nature of my being… that I am not a body. Also it has left me with the nagging feeling that I have forgotten that I am a being of light, of energy/consciousness.

And maybe since I am a being of light, perhaps I shouldn’t take things so heavily… so seriously-

this is after all, only a human experience I am having and in a moment or so this consciousness will be freed and it wont wake up… well, at least not for awhile.

And then perhaps it will wake up in the womb of another mother.

Perhaps it is important or helpful to know these things. It might make me more peaceful, or it might cause me to be less resistant of the natural flow of things.

These dreams are incredibly real. And I insist that dreams are ‘real’ at least by the definition I understand ‘real’ to be. Dreams are a different reality, but, in my opinion, must be given consideration and respect.

I have woken up from these dreams so utterly convinced that I could fly that I remember once standing on the edge of my bed with my arms out in the air, assuming the flying position, when my husband came into the bedroom and asked me what I was doing.

I told him I was going to fly.

He, of course didn’t believe me.

Then I remembered it was a dream… and I got down off the bed.

Well… that’s all for now.

Thanks Julie for the opportunity to share my thoughts, feelings, ideas etc about dreams.

Peace

J

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