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Tuesday November 21, 2006

What's so great about dreams?

     What's so great about dreams? Every morning I wake up feeling exhausted; it's not my mattress' fault, it's all those involved dreams I have every night!
     Poets and writers of a certain stripe have waxed lyrical about the magical world of our dreams - hey, so did I in our "Enchanted Tarot" book and card set. I start its Introduction out by saying "The Land of Our Dreams - there's nothing more magical yet more common then this place where we spend a third of our lives." Actually, I spend less than a third because I don't sleep as much as I used to - we're so busy and there's so much to do and a lot of it requires absolute concentration and the next thing I know, it's 2 AM! I've learned from the media that most people in Western countries are sleeping less because of similar reasons. All the labor and time saving devices - computers, faxes, phones, etc. - are taking up all of our time. It's crazy!
      And yes, of course, dreams can be great but I don't know if it is just me but my dreams are like work: Involved social interactions of the kind I ignore like the plague in my waking life; people doing and saying crazy things; me doing and saying crazy things; being in my car one minute and wondering where the hell I parked it the next; wondering if I'll every find Amy again and panicking that I won't; and fighting, fighting, fighting. No wonder I'm exhausted.
     In my waking life I haven't been in a physical altercation for a long, long time. I grew up in Brooklyn, New York, in the 1950's - think "West Side Story" without the music and the laughter, just the gang fights - and I've had my share of fights and guns pointed in my face; it's no fun and you do get exhausted when the adrenaline rush is over. But in my dreams, it's the Wild Wild West - wait, scratch that. I just learned the other day watching Larry Elder's "Michael & Me" DVD, which is fabulous, that the west was pretty safe despite the movies and TV shows erroneously showing us the opposite to be true all of these years. The reason it was safe? Everyone had a gun! There was a saying then: "God made all men and Samuel Colt (inventor of the Colt 45 revolver) made 'em all equal."
     In my dreams I'm fighting for justice all the time. Maybe our dreams show us an alternate reality we would have experienced had we made a different decision about what to do with our life in some way? I was going to be a law enforcement officer until my father the NYPD sergeant opined that I was "too nice to be a cop." I didn't agree with him, but I thought I couldn't control my urge to dispense frontier justice to someone caught dead-to-rights abusing a woman and especially a child, so I went back to the drawing board of how to spend my life. Now the justice I fight for is for individuals to use our various "spiritual power tools" to make better decisions and have better lives. If everyone had a great life we'd all leave each other alone and live and let live - now THAT would be something!
     I realize that THAT is a big, big dream right there. Those dreams - goals - I like and I have lots of them and I have realized many, many of them in my life. But it's those sleep dreams that are driving me to call them a waste of time.
     I once had my past lifetimes "read" by a woman named Robbin Bannon and she was great. She said that one of my major lifetimes had been (is?) as one of the few Roman gladiators who beat all comers and earned his freedom - they were the rock stars of that time and became rich. She said that I actually advised the Roman government on how to put on greater and more horrendous displays of bloodshed - yecch! But it may be the reason for all the fighting in my dreams - old habits die hard.
     But the whole subject of reincarnation makes me almost as crazy as my dreams. I used to believe in it without question but I now question almost everything, except my love relationship with Amy (and Zane) and my belief in life after death (the reason for that one is in my blog about my friend Rona Jaffe's death). But reincarnation? I'm not so sure.
     For one thing, if I'm able to communicate with the dead, then they haven't reincarnated, have they? And I've spoken to people long gone, centuries gone. Have they not come back? Of course, you could easily say that the reason is that I haven't really spoken to them, but I've proved it to myself, so we're back to square one. I believe me but I don't expect you to believe me - it would be great if you did, but I'm skeptical, too, believe it or not! I'm too much a skeptic not to believe that anything is possible, as the great naturalist Huxley said so famously.
     But my greatest problem with reincarnation is the nature of time. If time is as we know it is a unique property of this dimension, and when we die we enter another dimension, and NO ONE knows if that's true or ANYTHING else about what happens when we die, though there's been a lot of guesses made by wonderful, compassionate, and brilliant people, then reincarnation has problems. If time doesn't exist on the other side, then are they "there" for a second (to them) or an "eternity" (to them) "before" they reincarnate? The time thing turns reincarnation into a big mess since we can only understand, barely, the time/space realities of this dimension.
     Yes, I know that there've been children born with astounding memories of places they have no way of knowing, but perhaps they're "hearing" messages from the departed the way I can, or picking up on the life of another person who's died some other way?
     Or perhaps all lifetimes are occurring simultaneously, my favorite theory. That theory keeps every personality that has lived and will live occurring right now, outside of time as we know it, thereby giving hope to the theory that our personalities survive death. So when I'm communicating with someone who is "dead," I may be communicating with their higher self when they were (and are now, outside of time) alive? Maybe that's what's going on in our dreams? No wonder I'm exhausted!!!
     What's your theory about life after death and the wackiness of exhausting dreams? I'd love to hear from you: info@theenchantedworld.com
 

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