What is it that allows us to accept the mysterious, ever-changing nature of our dreams?  In our waking life, we often get angry when things don’t go as planned.  But our dreams can be quite different. 

It seems that the rules of the astral dimension operate more like the quantum field.  Anything is possible, anything goes.  In the astral dimension, we observe many “nonsensical things”, but it isn’t until we wake up that we label them as nonsensical.  Why is that?  When we’re in the dream, we flow along, not really judging things as weird, but taking the Alice and Wonderland show as it is.  As if it’s supposed to be that way. 

I’ve read reports of people who have had near death experiences visiting the astral world.  People of “like vibration” are found in the same space.  A single group of people will more or less hold the same worldview, formed by their level of consciousness.  And in their world “strange” things happen, but they’re used to it.  Things like fresh food on a plate simply appearing.  Things like a cup of coffee simply being there.  Things like money being there whenever you need it, or the clerk not even asking you to pay for something.  Some of these places are very human like.  Very much like life on earth.  Others places are extremely surreal, like our dreams.   Salvador Dali surreal.  And there are people there doing very surreal things.  The astral dimensions are extremely vast and have lots of variety and possibility . . . even more so than all the different biological creatures on the physical plane. 

What do you think of this?  Are you easily able to accept the things that occur in your dreams?  Do you find yourself easily accepting its unpredictable nature?  Are you able to accept things in your waking life to the same degree?  Or do you find yourself getting upset over things in your waking life?  Do you wish things to be different from what they are? 

It seems there is an aspect of the soul that understands and accepts the mysterious workings of the astral dimension.  There is also a quality of flexibility and amnesia.  One flows from scene to scene without the mind holding onto any of it.  It’s like thinking, or a steam of consciousness . . . it simply flows along.  This brings flexibility and an easy acceptance of whatever surprise the scene in the dream conjures. 

The dream might seem “nonsensical” but there may be an order to it that the mind doesn’t understand yet.  It is surreal.  It is fantastic.  It can be breathtakingly beautiful.  But where did it come from?  Is it not clothed in pictures and thoughts from our waking life?  Sometimes, but not always. 

One thing I’ve noticed is I’m never bored in my dreams.  There’s always something going on.  There are always people around.  I’m always involved with something completely enthralling, whether I’m watching someone else or being the protagonist.  It’s so effortless and yet I don’t feel like I’m consciously doing or planning any of it.  I don’t feel responsible for any of it.  Some of the people who show up in my dreams are people I know from my waking life, but most of them are not.  The people feel so intimately connected to me–  like my brothers and sisters . . . as if I’ve ALWAYS known them.  But when I wake up, it’s like a soul mate that has no name.  I can’t place where or how I’ve known them. 

But if someone were to ask me directly in the dream how I know that person, I would have an immediate answer.  I seem to have access to deep knowledge at all times.  And while I’m in the dream I kind of take it for granted.  Things happen at lightning fast speeds. . . like talking to several souls simultaneously, through telepathy.  I know them all– I know how I know them.  But when I wake up most of the knowledge slips away in a matter of minutes if I don’t immediately write it all down. 

When I meditate, it changes the quality of my dreams.  I start to have more lucid dreams.  I’m aware that I am dreaming and so I feel happy I get to do whatever I want. 

It seems that greater awareness and mindfulness in the waking life brings more awareness to the dream life. 

I have met people who tell me they don’t dream in color.  I was absolutely shocked when I found out most people dream in black and white.  I couldn’t believe it, and I’m still somewhat skeptical.  I thought everyone dreamed in full vivid Technicolor. 

Does the vivid nature of ones dream have anything to do with being sensitive and impressionable in real life? 

The people I’ve spoken to who were blind since birth do not dream in images.  They have dreams that involve all of the other senses except eyesight.  However, I once gave a healing session to a blind man who was born with sight but became blind in his childhood.  And he still remembered some colors.  He could sometimes see streaks of color emerge in his mind.  He remembered what the color red looked like.  I think he also said he remembered blue. 

There is also the topic of nightmares.  I wonder if the fears people have in their waking life filter into the dream life.   If that is the case, the dreamer is not accepting of the unpredictable nightmare . . . he feels afraid and wants to get out of it as quickly as possible.  But I’ve also had nightmares turn into good dreams in a matter of seconds.  I don’t get monster nightmares anymore like I did when I was a little kid.  The closest thing I get these days is natural disasters and falling.  Like I’ll find myself very, very close to a tornado or tidal wave.  Or I’ll be on a swing or tight rope very high in the stratosphere.  But I’m not scared by these dreams the way I was absolutely terrified by monsters when I was little.  The swinging dreams have a tendency to turn into exhilaration.  I’ll find myself leaping from swing to swing way up in the mesosphere, and I’m afraid at first, but there’s also an exciting rush.  I’ll feel this rush deep inside my belly.  It feels as if the life force is finally unwinding itself from my form.  It feels like I’m freeing myself.  When I wake up I have a tendency to feel refreshed and bright.

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