Underlying Reality Beneath It All

As I have gotten older and had a chance to catalog my dreams, I’ve noticed that each dream, though bizarre and individual in narrative, are beginning to self-assemble. It’s as if I am given only brief, random glimpses into another life – a life that keeps on moving even when I’m not around. This is not a normal life and perhaps the oddity of it all comes from our conscious attempt to make sense of the nonsensical. However, over time, recurring geography, architecture, people, machines, and themes all overlap into something more cohesive than random.

I doubt all of the pieces will ever completely fall into place, but I do wonder what it all means. I guess it is easy to dismiss as meaningless and silly the though of meditating and focusing on these dreams. But at one time it also seemed silly and meaningless to focus a telescope on a dark section of sky. If there is something to be seen, surely we can see it. Of course, we could not see it and the film on these night-long, telescopic exposures revealed the most amazing and wonderful things. Distant galaxies, quasars, pulsars, supernovae – these would all be hidden from sight without astronomy’s patient meditation on the heavens. And, taken apart, these cosmological phenomenons all seemed utterly mysterious and random – it’s only when we realized that there was an underlying reality beneath it all, did it begin to make some sense.

I’m sure we are still many millions of years away from really understanding it, but perhaps there is a psychological parallel to our cosmological discoveries. Many great thinkers have already said that the greatest frontier left to conquer is the mind. Who knows what amazing and wonderful things await us there. Here is the latest glimpse from that bizarre world, my dream from last night…

I was in someone’s backyard, somewhere in some suburb somewhere in the United States. We sat at a picnic table discussing the demon. I had requested a mandala tattoo from the tattoo artist that had a studio there in the backyard. He asked his assistant to begin. Before I knew it, the tattoo covered my entire left arm including the palm of my hand. I had to explain that my career would not allow such things. The artist seemed disappointed, like she had done me some favor that I was not happy about. She searched for a way to strip off the first few layers of skin to remove the tattoo. I asked her to complete the mandala anyway. I was weak. The mandala had to be complete before I could fight the demon.

I had a piece of raw chicken with an embedded switch that vibrated when the demon was close. I clicked the switch to the highest level of sensitivity. I was sitting next to the tattoo artist. He seemed worried and he watched the chicken to check the vibrations. We noticed that the chicken stopped vibrating – I think the batteries ran out. Then we ran into the house and saw the flying demon approaching in a flying limousine. My weapon was a samurai sword. He was too fast and I could not hit him – no matter how hard I tried. He bounced around like Nightcrawler from X-Men.

I did go to sleep reading Steppenwolf by Herman Hesse, so perhaps this dream makes perfect sense.

4 comments On Underlying Reality Beneath It All

  • I took a class last year called “Hearing God’s Voice”. In this class, we learned one perspective on dreams is our spirit man does not sleep while our flesh does. So, while asleep our spirit man continues to speak in us through our dreams. If you are Christian, your spirit, which is one with Him, will speak to you in your dreams. The woman who taught the class on dreams has journaled her dreams for 10ish years. Like you, through her journaling, she has seen a pattern/cohesiveness where God has been speaking to her and working through things in her life. After journaling and reflecting on the dream, she simply prays, “God, what were you trying to reveal to me?”

    There are a lot of books out on dream interpretation. She has one which ties images from dreams to their possible biblical meaning.

  • Hi Amy! You wrote a comment. See, that wasn’t so bad was it?

    My interpretation probably has less to do with God and more to do with the brain and physics. If God was talking to me, I would hope that she would be a bit less abstract. I’m also not sure why one would have to be a Christian to hear God’s voice. Surely, God speaks to all of his creation – not just humans and further, not just a small subset of those humans. What about whales, dolphins, or dogs? We’ve all seen dogs dreaming.

    No one religion or species has a monopoly on dreaming. As far as we know, animals have been dreaming for millions of years. Whatever the source, we all seemed to be plugged in to it. I do wonder what dogs dream about though.

  • I am so glad to know someone else has strange dreams… I thought I was the only one.

  • For about 5 months a man (although I never actually seen him) had been taking me to different planets out of our solar system when i was asleep. We did many different things, when I woke each time I was more tired then when I fell asleep. The very last time he came for me, I remember I was lying on a wooden floor, with big holes in it, I was very sick and when I looked through the wholes it was like looking into space through a telescope. My guide was talking to someone and was saying that he took me to far and my body was aging to rapidly that trying to take me back would kill me. I woke up crying, soking wet from sweat and he never came for me again. I miss it I loved adventures. there were so many places I went to and I want to go back.

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