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Lessons From The Dreamscape

Written by Devtome contributor Bomac

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I'm not going to lie.

You might not have any interest in my dream last night. On the other hand, the idea that our dreams are often trying to tell us things that can benefit us, is a conversation that you may indeed be drawn to.

Whether one believes that these lessons are coming from outside sources, like spirit guides, departed loved ones, or the collective unconscious – or if they are believed to only originate from aspects of the dreamer's mind, it hardly seems to make a difference. If there are legitimate warnings or other advice that are being transmitted to our conscious awareness, it is, in all likelihood, in our best interest to pay attention.

I believe the messages come from within and without. I also feel that not every dream is necessarily a message, per se. There certainly seems to be a lot of random data and imagery. You could definitely overdo the whole learning from your dreams thing, by placing too much importance on every recalled dream.

That said, I want to share the dream I just woke up from, as well as the warning I believe it had for me. It was the kind of dream you have when you are so happy to wake up and realize it was “just a dream.” I was laying in bed, worrying over how I will deal with the situation I was in, that had transpired in the dream, when it dawned on me, that it might not have actually happen.

You may have experienced such moments yourself. The possibility that it was not actually a real even, was so potentially exciting and relieving, I didn't want to get my hopes up too much. I focused my awareness on the fact that I was in my bed and coming out of sleep. I asked myself when this experience happened. Was this something that I went to bed worrying about and woke up in the same vibration, or was it was possible that it could have occurred in my dreaming reality. In other There things that didn't match up between my recall of those events and my waking world's situation.

The first thing that came to mind was I had been driving a limousine. That is something I did for years, however it has been quite a few years. That was good news, and a 99 or more percent chance that it was a dream event. The exception could have been that I was recalling something from several years ago that I had repressed, as a way to avoid dealing with the legal consequences of the event, and if that were the case, then there could be warrants out for my arrest that would have me locked up if a cop ever runs my name and other identifiers.

Alas, I surmised that was not the case. It was indeed a dream and my heart leapt for joy. Oh thank goodness. That feeling is always so nice when it happens. I mean, think of all the times you actually experience something rather negative and you wish is were only a dream and you could awaken and be free of it.

In these instance when it actually turns out to be the case, you really get to savor the moment. In fact, it is motivation to pay more attention to your dreams and to have a waking protocol where you ask yourself what dream events you had, and then start writing down the details as you recall them.

Getting in the habit of doing this will help you to always be able to remember at least a portion of your dreams – probably a large portion of them. The more dreams you recall, the more you will be able to experience the joy that comes when you are so appreciative that the events didn't happen in your waking reality.

I suppose the other side of the coin is two fold. (What? A 3 sided coin?)

1) You will also recall happy dreams you wish had happened in waking life, therefore there will be a disappointment factor to deal with, and

2) There is the argument that if you don't recall the nightmares, you are better off because they are out of your awareness, and therefore, that's even better than recalling them and then being grateful they are not real in the corporeal sense.

To the second point I would offer that whenever you have a realistic nightmare, you suffer the negative emotions that came with it, whether you recall it or not, upon awakening. Having repressed it doesn't change that one iota.

This makes me think about the woman who couldn't figure out why her father who had dementia with very little short term memory recall was getting bruises on his body. She installed a nanny cam and was horrified to see his caretaker punching him throughout her shift.

The poor man would almost immediately forget that the caretaker was abusing him, each time she did it, many times per day. Not having conscious access to the memory did not help him in the least, He could not tell his daughter what was happening, because he didn't know. He was suffering from the torment nonetheless. No, not being able to remember negative experiences, whether they are physical events or dreamscape experiences, is not preferred. Conscious awareness and processing of nightmares is the best way to get them to stop and to learn the lessons we evidently need from them. It's the equivalent to putting a nanny cam in your subconscious space.

As to the first point, I say, so be it. It's not that bad to be disappointed that some of your nightly dreams were only dreams, There is still a certain enjoyment to be experienced by recalling them, much the way you can enjoy recalling a memory from your waking past. It's not going on at the moment, but just remembering it can be nice, rather than be a disappointment that it is not happening at the moment.

In fact, recalling extremely happy moments in your dreams can inspire you to take action in your waking life to manifest them physically. Overall, when all is said and done, there is only upside to getting into the habit of recalling your dreams and recording them into a dream journal. You don't even need to end each literary recording with a paragraph, or few, on the meaning or the message from the dream. Just recall as many details as you can. Then from time to time, read what you wrote.

It's pretty fascinating to, years later, read dreams that you had recorded vivid and intricate details from. You will usually be able to remember them as a result, whereas, if you had not journaled them, they would have been lost memories.

It works very much the same with a waking journal. How many times do you have conversations with people about events from years gone by. They will bring something up that you have absolutely no recollection of. Conversely, you will recall events you shared with them, that they have zero recall of.

It seems weird that we forget so many of the experiences that comprise our life. Why do we remember the ones that we do recall? If we kept a waking journal, we'd remember a lot more of them, and even if we had totally lost the memories, to the point of going back years later and reading our entries, still having no recall, we'd have the benefit of them, due to the fact that we journaled them.

The question we might have though, is do we care to leave them for our surviving friends and family to read after we are gone. Have we written things, especially in the waking journal, that we would not wish to communicate to others?

If they are of a personal nature, the feeling might be, well, after I die, who cares? Some people will say yes and others will say no on that one. Then there is the matter of people possibly being hurt by things you expressed about them in your private journal. You might wish to avoid that.

You might write on the covers: “This is my private journal. Please respect my privacy and do not read under any circumstances, whether I am dead or alive.” That way, if someone goes ahead and reads them and feels hurt, well, they at least have to accept full responsibility.

The best way to attain a semblance of journal privacy is to journal in your computer and to lock your computer with a long passcode that is easy for you to remember. If you ever get to the point where it doesn't become easy to remember, and it takes you different attempts to get in, you would need to write it down.

That does make it less secure, and of course, if you are losing enough of your cognitive memory, you could get to the point of forgetting where you wrote it down. The best thing to do to avoid that happening is to have a healthy daily lifestyle, eating mostly raw organic food and making sure you have several tablespoons of coconut oil in your diet every day. Of course, it's possible someone who is locked out of your computer could access the hard drive and download the data. You would need encryption software to retain privacy in that case.

But I digress. I haven't even shared the actual dream I just had that inspired me to write this post:

I needed to pick up some clients in the limousine I was driving. I was in the parking lot of some store. I couldn't get limo to start. I've actually had that happen when I was a chauffeur. There are so many things that can happen to prevent you from being there for your clients. It's a terrible feeling.

I was feeling panicked. I ran into the store and asked the clerk if he could help in any way. I ran back out and was basically frantic. I think I tried pushing the car, perhaps to at least to get it out of the way.

I was starting to yell. The clerk came out. He was speaking to someone on the phone. I was speaking loudly, expressing despair at not being able to pick up my clients. There didn't seem to be a way to be able to contact them so they could know what was going on and make for other arrangements.

The person the clerk had on the other end of the line turned out to be a local judge, who did not like that I was yelling and causing a fruckus. The next thing I knew, the judge said he was putting me on his personal probation program.

I was supposed to go to regular meetings where he would check on me to make sure I wasn't being a nuisance to society, yelling in the middle of parking lots, and the like. He deemed my behavior to be anti social, and if I were to do it again, while on his probation, I could lose my license, and hence my job. I might even have to go to jail because of it.

This judge was going to cost me money and time and put me through so much hassle, I could not believe it. My job and freedom were threatened, all because he didn't like the fact that I expressed some negative emotion that he overheard on a phone call. Grrrr. It was such BS, but he had the power to mess with me.

At one point, I was standing outside his office. The door was opened a little bit. He was dealing with someone else, so I couldn't go in, and he wasn't going to give me much time to express my point of view, that was he was arbitrarily abusing his power and making me out to be some kind of menace that I wasn't.

I realized that I needed to tread lightly because he could make things worse if I offended him. The conversation ended. I was still on his probation and I didn't know what all it would lead to. I didn't know how much it was going to cost or where I would get the money.

That's when I woke up and went through the process of discerning that this might not have actually happened. No it did not happen. Whew. Wow. Awesome possum, yo.

I see this as a warning to keep my cool when things don't go my way. Don't spew negative emotions to random people. I mean, there were people in the parking lot who were hearing me yell. In effect, I was making them experience a little bit of my bad time.

No, it didn't warrant fines, probation or legal threats, but it wasn't respectful of them, and they were not the cause of my trouble. So, my lesson is to remain positive and not force random people to experience any part of my negative situations. I'm reminded to be respectful of others and in control of myself.

When I couldn't get the car started, I was asking anyone and everyone for help. I need to better be able to help myself. It seemed to be a battery issue. I should have been prepared with a charged, jump box. I didn't have one in the dream. It's a reminder to take action to be more self sufficient in my life so that I don't have to depend on others in emergencies.

Also, why didn't I have a way to communicate with my clients? OK, they could still be on the plane. They could have been in a part of the airport that didn't get cellphone signals, but that's not the feeling I had from the dream.

I felt like I was remiss in getting their cell phone numbers and that I didn't tell them ahead of time that if there was a problem I would call them and if I couldn't get through, I would leave a message on their voice mail. I didn't do the things I needed to do that would help them out just in case the unforeseen did happen. So, I also see it as a message to be more organized and communicative with people I am dealing with, especially clients.

The interesting aspect to this is even if all dreams mean nothing, the act of recalling them and wondering if there are helpful messages you can take from them, can actually be as beneficial as if they were intended as helpful message for you. So for any “woo woo” critics out there, you can put that in that in your proverbial pipe and smoke it.

I have to tell you, though, I've had too many extraordinary dream moments to be at a point of believing that all dreams are meaningless anyway. However, it's cool to understand that even if they were all meaningless, you could make them meaningful through personal recall and introspection.

One of my favorite examples of a helpful dream happened when I was doing the 3 day Landmark Forum, a self help seminar experience. They are extremely strict on punctuality. If you are late coming back from a break, you are likely to get kicked out.

People argue over the merits of that rule all the time, but the idea is, you are taking the Forum to improve your life, If you can't be responsible enough to commit to being punctual for a weekend, how serious could you possibly be about improving your life and making your commitments throughout the rest of your life?

The first day was 13 hours. It was mentally exhaustive work in a lot of ways. I drove home at night. It was about a 30 minute drive at night and 45 minute drive in the morning, by the way. Before I got ready for bed I decided to take a few minutes rest.

I plopped down on the bed, with the light on, my clothes on, my shoes on. The next thing I recall, I was in the parking lot outside of the hotel where the seminar was being held. There were pay phones, and I was waiting in line.

I heard my name being called. It was Beth, my Forum leader. She was in the hotel entrance, across the street, yelling for me to get inside before they closed the doors. She told me it is 8 o'clock and I needed to get there.

The seminar started at 9, so if I were in the parking lot at 8, there was no rush. But if I were asleep on my bed, where I had plopped down the night before, a 45 minute drive away, then there was quite a need to rush, and the urgency in Beth's voice was extremely appropriate.

Indeed, that was the case. It brought me to my waking reality and the time was 8 o'clock, give or take a couple minutes. I freshened up, changed clothes, ran to my car and made it just in time. During a break that day, I waited in line to speak to Beth, to thank her for waking me up from the dreamscape.

Would you believe that the guy in front me, who got to her first, thanked Beth for giving him a wake up call in his dream? He said that Beth told him it was 8 o'clock and he needed to get going. I freaked out, saying, “No way. That's what I'm waiting in line to tell you too.”

Beth just smiled like it was no big deal.

I definitely know that dreams are a lot more than most people realize. The energy essence personality, Seth, who spoke through medium, Jane Roberts starting in the 1960s and throughout the 1970s said that dreams are out of body experiences that take place in other dimensions. Many people who have learned to consciously leave the body and travel around in this (and other dimensions), do so from the dream state.

They suggest to themselves that they are going to have a lucid dream, and then they have one. That's the kind where you know, within the dream, that you are dreaming. When it happens, you are supposed to be able to fly to the room where you are sleeping and look down and see your body.

I've had a number of those lucid moments within the dreamscape, but I have yet to be able to go find my body and view it. As much as I want to, a part of me is scared feces-less at the prospect. Just writing this, remembering those times, I'm experiencing goose bumps. Are you, by any chance? Would you enjoy the experience of looking down and seeing your body, snoring away?

That's not the only way people train themselves to astral project. Robert Monroe, in the classic, Journeys Out Of Body, teaches how he was able to get proficient in it. He relates a number of out of body experiences, including one where he met up with a woman house guest of his, and they had astral sex.

Richard Bach and Leslie Parish are husband and wife. They worked to get to the point where they were able to simultaneous;u leave their body and go off on an adventure. They both recalled it to each other after it was over and they were back in their bodies. Bach is the author of Jonathon Livingston Seagull – a book that came in two settings, almost like automatic writing, many years apart – and, Illusions, which was written the more normal way. He and Parish wrote, The Bridge Across Forever, and, One.

I would absolutely love to share an out of body journey with someone. The closest I came was a shared hallucination with a friend when we were tripping on acid. We were out of our bodies, but it was still absolutely fascinating and goes against what lamestream science tells us is possible. I talk about it here. (It's a bit over half way down the page. You'll see some some subheadings with “LSD”.)

Let me wrap this up with this thought. Whenever I hear someone say that are bored, I just don't get it. With all the intense events that are going on in the world in our waking realities, and all the different kinds of intense things that happen in dreaming reality, I am never able to understand the person who complains about being bored. This is so much to do, so much to learn. And the more you learn, the more you appreciate how little you know. How can anyone possibly ever be bored?

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