Thread: Your dreams

Why do you ask?

I often remember my dreams. I sometimes even have dreams that continue where another left off.

The best dreams even take place in this place that seems to exist only in my head!

dream on ... dreamers ... i need a latte macchiato magico with lots of foam to understand true dreamers ... this is way to early or is it perhaps the case of `eerie-eerie´... or was it olga-bolga knorrrrr

You will not believe this, not only is breakfast and all the service free on the farm, but we also have a machine that at the press of a button makes
* Macchiato
* Cappucino
* Ristretto
* Espresso
* Cafe Chocolat Blanc


This is better than a dream.

Cheers, chin-chin,

Dreams ... true escapism from reality? or a reminder of things to come?

[quote]...a dream unifies the body, mind, and spirit. It provides you with insight into ourselves and a means for self-exploration. In understanding your dreams, you will have a better understanding and discovery of your true self. [quote]

I was just tipping my toe into the discussion as I passed through. But it does bring up some rather interesting points. I remember having a dream that I got a job of going to Paris and less than three weeks later I was actually offered the job?

About this time I became interested in books Ramtha, Reiki, Dianetics, Mayan prophecies, The Road Less travelled, and dream theorists like Freud and Jung (Jung is my favourite).

Naturally also brought back memories of authors such as Kahlil Gibran("All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind"), and stories such as Jonathan Livingstone Seagull.

The dreams I like the most are the grand dreams (or Archetypal dreams). The last one I had in the first week of January. The next morning I woke up with a contented heart and spoke to a friend of what I wanted to do with my life (I had just quit all other business activities). He replied I should write a book and offered me the farm for two months to do it.

Well, coincidence, the fifth dimension, whatever you call it, IT does make a difference in some of my decision making

Oh yeah, "I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it."

Simply could not resist one of my favourite KB's:

The Greater Sea

My soul and I went to the great sea to bathe. And when we reached
the shore, we went about looking for a hidden and lonely place.

But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and throwing them into the sea.

"This is the pessimist," said my soul, "Let us leave this place.
We cannot bathe here."

We walked on until we reached an inlet. There we saw, standing
on a white rock, a man holding a bejeweled box, from which he took
sugar and threw it into the sea.

"And this is the optimist," said my soul, "And he too must not see
our naked bodies.

Further on we walked. And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead
fish and tenderly putting them back into the water.

"And we cannot bathe before him," said my soul. "He is the humane
philanthropist."

And we passed on.

Then we came where we saw a man tracing his shadow on the sand.
Great waves came and erased it. But he went on tracing it again
and again.

"He is the mystic," said my soul, "Let us leave him."

And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man scooping up
the foam and putting it into an alabaster bowl.

"He is the idealist," said my soul, "Surely he must not see our
nudity."

And on we walked. Suddenly we heard a voice crying, "This is the
sea. This is the deep sea. This is the vast and mighty sea."
And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned
to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell, listening to its murmur.

And my soul said, "Let us pass on. He is the realist, who turns
his back on the whole he cannot grasp, and busies himself with a
fragment."

So we passed on. And in a weedy place among the rocks was a man
with his head buried in the sand. And I said to my soul, "We can
bath here, for he cannot see us."

"Nay," said my soul, "For he is the most deadly of them all. He
is the puritan."

Then a great sadness came over the face of my soul, and into her
voice.

"Let us go hence," she said, "For there is no lonely, hidden place
where we can bathe. I would not have this wind lift my golden hair,
or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light disclose my
sacred nakedness."

Then we left that sea to seek the Greater Sea.