Okay, so, the dream…

I’m interested in a LOT of things but dreams are extremely low on the tenth page of my list. I think most dreams are about the parallel lives we are currently living, while others are actually trying to tell us something, it’s just that I don’t care.  There’s no way to know and that makes it a waste of time for me.  Others love to interpret them and that’s great.  Having said that, I have had a reoccurring dream for a very long time.  Years and years, as a matter of fact.

I’m in the mountains (gray and blue mountains, Everest colored mountains).  The mountains are close to each other and I can see their stone faces clearly.  They all have cave entrances, almost at the top,  facing across from each other.  In the center of the entrance sits a man or woman, in lotus position, eyes closed.  The man I always visit looks just like an old asian man with a long white beard.  He’s never rises, but sits there and talks to me.  The people sitting in the other entrances (they are pretty far away from each other so you can just make them out), are a cross-section and represent people from everywhere.   The man tells me the same thing every single time.

“We are the Dreamers.  We Dream the world into being.  We live a long time, but every now and then someone new arrives and takes his or her place among us.  This is necessary so that when one of us must go, the Dream is not broken but continues.”

I always remain silent.  I just listen.

“It has always been this way,” he continues.  “But things are changing.   Few come to replace those of us who must leave.  The old ways are disappearing and there are few Dreamers to replace us.  The Dream cannot be held together without the Dreamers.  The world is in turmoil and the Dreamers are few.  The Dreamers hold the world together, without them, the world does not exist.”

Well, that’s it.   He isn’t concerned, as much as telling me what is happening.  They are trying hard to hold the world, as we know it, together but there are too few left to Dream.  Fewer all the time.  He just wants me to know and that’s why he tells me the exact same thing every time.  The Dream/world is unraveling.

Make of it what you will but that’s my reoccurring dream and for some reason, I think I’m supposed to tell you about it…now.

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12 Responses to Okay, so, the dream…

  1. Eliza Waters says:

    Wow, pretty powerful. Definitely feels like an important message to me.

  2. As I said, I’ve been having if for years. I never ask questions or say anything. When he’s finished telling me the same thing, I just stand there for awhile, then I’m gone. I know there’s a Dreaming woman in orange,black and brown African garb but the others are rather drab. I can’t see many, just the one’s from his cave but that’s all they do is sit there and Dream the world into existence. I’ve never seen anyone else (like me) but perhaps others come when I’m not there. The weather is always nice and I know they stay until they die, or move into different plane. But there were always enough to allow for that. Now, when someone dies, everyone has to carry the load between them, since there aren’t enough Dreamers to take his or her place.

  3. Wow, what an experience. Truth is profound even in dreams.

    • I don’t feel any emotions in the dream. I’m just there to listen and see it all…like a recorder, which is exactly what I am. He wants me to remember, so he repeats the same thing over and over but he looks at me now and then (usually he stares forward and I’m standing* next to him) and sometimes his eyes are normal and sometimes the universe is in them (but I didn’t remember that until just now). I also know that it’s a huge decision to answer the call to be a Dreamer because that’s all you do for the rest of your life, it’s a calling and a sacrifice. Only certain people have the ability to do it. The Dreamers do rest. The others Dream for the one who is resting, so they all have time to sleep and and care for themselves. But their combined Dreams make up the world, although they have nothing to do with our choices. They Dream the physical world/universe/reality into being. It’s all so familiar, since I’ve been there so many times. I just appear next to him. I believe that all of their minds work together but they have different areas of concentration. Like an orchestra, each instrument has it’s own notes/sound but together they make perfect music. It’s like that.

      *I never sit down. I’m always standing to his right.

  4. Jennifer says:

    goose bumps

  5. Heartafire says:

    wonderful text gigi!

  6. Very cool. Flying is a great dream to have. 🙂

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