Comments on: In your dreams

By: bluenote

bluenote — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 17:16:20 +0000

I was just reading what Jennifer wrote on July 27th (it’s now September 27th), and your response to her. I dreamt of Quin, dead at 13 in 2001. My mighty Quin bumped against me and licked the side of my face. I was on all fours in a grassy high meadow. It was night and the grass was wet. He began to run and I followed. I caught up to him and his tongue was showing outside a lovely grin. We ran together for a very long time, bellies wet from the grass … I was cat sized but not “cat.” Quin was distilled to his finest. Cat dreams are the best. Zack’s best venue are your dreams and often they will be wild and strangely, new experiences, not memories.

By: barbara sanchez

barbara sanchez — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 16:36:28 +0000

Some sleep experts and psychiatrists say that if we don’t sleep, we don’t dream. If we don’t dream, our minds break down. I know that when I was in a manic phase I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t shut off or go elsewhere, and finally I just wanted to die because I wanted it to stop. Luckily, with the help of family and friends I got the right dope; I got some sleep; I started dreaming again, and while I wouldn’t claim to be entirely sane, it’s good to be back.

By: Kelley

Kelley — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 04:30:55 +0000

Absolutely.

By: Zack

Zack — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 00:06:35 +0000

Well, admittedly it’s taken a long 38 years and a really weirdly winding road to get here . But it’s all good in the end.

By: Kelley

Kelley — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 00:20:58 +0000

Zack — Hah, a gourmet college cafeteria. Now there’s a dream.

I really love/admire your attitude towards death. Thanks for sharing it. I’m not there yet, but it’s where I’d like to be.

By: Zack

Zack — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 16:40:34 +0000

I’ll regret leaving this life when the time comes, there is little doubt in my mind about that. I’ve had some good times here and I’d go through the bad sh*t again to relive them, any day. But hey, I know that day is going to come, so I might as well look forward to it. And really, I’ve never yet in life lost anything without gaining something greater and even more delightful in return, even if it took that something awhile to arrive.

My deathscape is a college cafeteria . In it, I’d have time to catch up with old friends (especially my beloved, who moved on last year) and share a meal (ok, a gourmet college cafeteria) before moving on tou our next phase of learning. Cheers .

By: Sly

Sly — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 01:27:32 +0000

I don’t dream a lot at least not that I remember but I was having this one dream over and over last year where I was living at Rosemary Clooney’s house and there were all these people wandering around but I was in bed with her. I was really enjoying myself. No it wasn’t pornographic but rather sweet like we were long time lovers who liked being together we talked and felt and touched but it never got to the actual sex if there ever was any. Though I’m sure I would have liked that. I do remember not wanting to leave the bedroom she was quite fetching and really nice. The world outside of the bedroom went on as though we weren’t there or maybe that they weren’t there although I could hear them a little bit. She sang to me and I think I swooned and kissed her I can’t remember now. Weird…

By: Kelley

Kelley — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 23:42:48 +0000

Huh, Sarah (#4), this is a cool idea. I’ve also heard of asking for information or new perspective through dreams, but have never encountered such a specific technique before. I just may try it…

I wish I had a family jet! Someday…

By: Kelley

Kelley — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 23:40:17 +0000

Zack (#3), this sounds awesome. I have my periodic struggles against death (just another lesson in power/powerlessness); not so much that I am afraid in those times, but that I am angry at the idea of leaving this life that I love, or of being left by people who go one before me; because in so many ways I feel like I’m just getting started for real, just finding my way into the center of myself.

But I also sometimes consider the adventure of it. It’s my hope to get to “exhilarating” before I actually have to get there, if you see what I mean.

In my spiritual wanderings, one idea that I’ve embraced is that of the “deathscape” — a step in the journey of death that allows one to create any experience as part of the transition. I’ve heard about people revisiting old friends, finishing a conversation, spending days in their favorite places, having a giant party… I’ve also heard it said that souls with a deep need to believe in a heaven or hell may choose to experience these things as part of their deathscape before moving on. I love this idea (although I’m happy that I won’t be taking the heaven/hell trip). It’s been suggested to me that it’s possible to plan the deathscape experience, to make specific choices and then find oneself honoring them… It’s a notion that fascinates me.

By: Kelley

Kelley — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 23:27:44 +0000

karina (#2), thank you for this quote. I know the Castaneda books are not “real” (funny how that word keeps coming up), but I believe them nonetheless, and love them, and find much in them that speaks to parts of me that are largely inarticulate.

“In dreaming we have power.” Yep, that’s how it feels. Power in its many manifestations is something I think about a lot, and is one of the less obvious concerns (“themes” if you will, although I dislike the word) that runs through my writing.