Last night it happened again. I woke up around 4AM from a bad dream. A really bad dream of which I understood its meaning. I did see ‘Luther’ earlier that evening. Luther is a thrilling BBC TV series (IMDb), broadcasted on Netflix, about an English copper. I stopped that episode twice as I couldn’t stand what I was about to see. I walked away, and returned again to finish watching it.
I cannot recall having had sweet dreams – ever. I have even asked friends to stop wishing me ‘sweet dreams’ and just wishing me to ‘sleep well’. The few people that I have asked this question, they all said that they do not have ‘sweet dreams’ either. I do not dream often – I think. When I do dream then I usually cannot recall my dream unless they were really bad.
My dreams are usually action, anxiety and/or fear related and they feel like movies to me. I am not starring in my own movies but no one is. They may even carry full (yet unknown) names but no faces, just the outline of a face. A part of my dreams may even be in full colour but usually it is much more like greyish. Sometimes I receive images (e.g., a magazine cover) that look very realistic but which seem non-existent in real life and also meaningless.
Actually, I prefer not to dream at all. It feels to me as if my dreams contain messages which I should understand and to which I should act accordingly. However, the symbolism of my dreams is often far from clear. Sometimes I ask the help from a friend to understand my own dreams. I prefer not to ask as my dreams are private and should remain private. Her explanation to a scary one made sense to me but only increased its already existing dark symbolic meaning.
Last night’s dream felt like another serious warning from the dark side. This time I went back to my most happy moment in life where I felt an immense feeling of homecoming. I was walking again in the Indian Ocean with my bare feet in the warm ocean water. The white sand started radiating white light – for my protection. It worked. Nevertheless, I had to repeat this a few times before the warning actually stopped. I was not afraid though. Since watching the 2005 movie Constantine (IMDb), I understand the symbolic meaning of this dream.
Recently, scientists are suggesting that there may be more universes than just our Universe – its concept is called the ‘multiverse’ (Economist video, my June 11 blog). Think of our Universe as one board of chess. A multiverse is then like a simultaneous chess game. To me it seems possible that our subconscious is connecting to the multiverse while we are dreaming. During our awake time we tend to block all signals that we cannot understand. At night, the blocking is remote. I can live with that but don’t always like it.
For science the multiverse is new. For science-fiction it is not. There are quite some movies in which a parallel universe (e.g., Inception, Matrix, Sliding Doors) or a multiverse (Thor) is the central theme. In fact, science and technology (reality) often follow science-fiction (dreams, fantasy). Leonardo da Vinci is a great example (Wikipedia) but Jules Verne too. In case of inventions (e.g., tools) this makes perfect sense. In case of concepts – like the Multiverse – it is actually quite surprising.
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream. Khalil Gibran
Sweet dreams (are made of this) – Eurythmics – 1983 (lyrics, Wiki)
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