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A dream life
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angeltess
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05 April 2012
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Last night I had a dream. I went to 'my other life' my dream life.
I have this recurring dream; where I go to a place which is so familiar to me I know it really well. I always get there by bus, get off at the top of a hill and walk down and turn left into a big museum. It's a huge building partly circular where the entrance doors are. I walk in, and the spherical walls are somehow hung with exhibits. It's all made of wood, wooden staircase, leading up to a further gallery, this one long and straight. Back down the stairs, turn left and there's a further door which leads to a kind of church. I love this place, and I feel at home in it.
Last night I went in and was greeted by my old Maths teacher, who in my dream was my old English teacher. I know, I'm weird. He told me that there was a Boccaccio exhibiton. I looked around and there were paintings of him and books and documents inside cases. Now, I love Boccaccio, though I've only ever read The Decameron but in my dream I was to present a talk about him to some learned visitors.
I was in my element and happily agreed to it. I had to write out a kind of pr้cis in old fashioned writing, which I did, and was eagerly waiting to give my 'lecture'.
Then I woke up.
It's strange, but in this dream world, when I dream of things like this, I feel more complete. I think it's what I'd have liked of my life had circumstances led me that way.
More often, though, my insecurities surface in my dreams, rather that my desires, so I love it when I have a comforting dream like this one.
Perhaps our dreams are another world, a different existence, an extension of who we are or would like to be.
I'm fascinated by people's dreams, where our brains re-organize and try to make sense of our everyday lives. I've had so many that are meaningful and familiar like this one, and quite a few which have later come true, so perhaps there is more to them than we'll ever know.
I have this recurring dream; where I go to a place which is so familiar to me I know it really well. I always get there by bus, get off at the top of a hill and walk down and turn left into a big museum. It's a huge building partly circular where the entrance doors are. I walk in, and the spherical walls are somehow hung with exhibits. It's all made of wood, wooden staircase, leading up to a further gallery, this one long and straight. Back down the stairs, turn left and there's a further door which leads to a kind of church. I love this place, and I feel at home in it.
Last night I went in and was greeted by my old Maths teacher, who in my dream was my old English teacher. I know, I'm weird. He told me that there was a Boccaccio exhibiton. I looked around and there were paintings of him and books and documents inside cases. Now, I love Boccaccio, though I've only ever read The Decameron but in my dream I was to present a talk about him to some learned visitors.
I was in my element and happily agreed to it. I had to write out a kind of pr้cis in old fashioned writing, which I did, and was eagerly waiting to give my 'lecture'.
Then I woke up.
It's strange, but in this dream world, when I dream of things like this, I feel more complete. I think it's what I'd have liked of my life had circumstances led me that way.
More often, though, my insecurities surface in my dreams, rather that my desires, so I love it when I have a comforting dream like this one.
Perhaps our dreams are another world, a different existence, an extension of who we are or would like to be.
I'm fascinated by people's dreams, where our brains re-organize and try to make sense of our everyday lives. I've had so many that are meaningful and familiar like this one, and quite a few which have later come true, so perhaps there is more to them than we'll ever know.
xxxx
I'm getting into producing visualisation relaxation CDs. Your happy place dream sounds very similar to the techniques I am utilising. Mindfullness meditation et al are very useful tools and certainly beneficial
Andy