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.