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The role of dreams
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The role of dreams |
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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. 
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The role of dreams. This story is based on a dream I had recently. I have gone to visit my friend Bob and his, I don't know fourth wife or maybe girlfriend, anyway in the last few years Bob has become amazingly successful, it's a mystery, some kind of a secret he never talks about. Bob invites me in and heads to one of the back rooms and leaves me standing there. He looks very calm but he is definitely unfocused. He suddenly appears again, "hey Bob" I say, "what's up"? "I'm getting ready to head out" he says. At this moment a very strange looking, stocky, albino comes in through a hatch in the ceiling that Bob has left open. With less than a second to react Bob shoots out the front door while I am left standing there paralyzed with fear. As the creature passes me he says "without his permission I can do nothing to help him", then he too is out the door. A few hours later Bob shows up at my house. "What was that all about". I ask and Bob says "I'll explain later, look I need you to run by my house and get something for me" and like clockwork there is a knock on the door, Bob says, "don't invite him in, he can't come in unless you invite him". I walk toward the door and hear "the possibility of catastrophic imbalance increases with every tick of time". You don't hear people talk like that every day, I open the door as I say "I'm not really inviting you in". The same creature, I have a sudden urge to run. He doesn't look human but he does look wise and concerned. "Bob" I say, I look behind me, no Bob. The creature says to me "you will be taking a trip". I wasn't planning a trip. I wonder what happened to Bob. I am told it will all make sense soon, and I am whisked off to some kind of strip-mall. We walk into the shop on the right side, inside is a flurry of activity, I recognise many of the faces, famous faces. I think this is some kind of rehab center and I'm supposed to register. The lady at the counter is polite but impatient. Where is the clarity I was promised? Why should I register? I am informed that I have been chosen to participate in my recovery, apparently I've been under some kind of delusion and somehow Bob's lack of cooperation has caused an imbalance in the fabric of space-time, cause and effect, or predestination vs free will, I'm not sure which. After I get settled in, I discover that Bob's fourth wife is also in recovery or maybe it's his girlfriend. I'm sure she could probably shed some light on what's going on with Bob, so I decide to talk to her without giving away the fact that I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be recovering from. After some time passes, it starts to become clear to me that I am a rebel. If I see a "DON'T WALK ON THE GRASS" sign, I see that as an invitation. Apparently I have a lot of work to do. I have also learned that if I want to help others, I first have to get my own house in order, I have to keep my side of the street clean, and I need to stop judging people, especially the ones who are guilty of the same things I am guilty of. Those are the people that really bug me. After some time passes, I become overly familiar with my fellow inmates, and am constantly committing some breach of protocol. It is during one of these incidents that I run into Bob again. As I walk up to Bob's wife's door or maybe it's his girlfriend's door, I see her sitting there with her back to the door. I forget to knock and just walk in, and as I enter the room I see Bob stirring as if just waking up, I sense some friction. "I think I've figured out what's going on with this place", I say to Bob. "Our host's are not using normal time, this place is in the space between the ticks of time and the people who normally come to this strip-mall can't see us and we can't leave at least not until our host's are finished with us". This is where my dream ends. And as is so often the case, nothing is resolved and I don't really have any meaningful answers to any questions that might have been raised. It is argued that dreams are a kind of threat rehearsal mechanism and play an important role in the development of human cognitive capacities. It has also been said that dreams are the result of random neural activity. Dreams seem to have some connection with the spiritual world and I think dreams will continue to be viewed as mysterious for a very long time to come... Rick Delmonico [This message has been edited by rad802 (02-07-2009 07:40 PM).] |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Rick, I've had one albino friend in my life, and I've never thought of him as a "creature". Bobby |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Probably you wanted to post this in "Prose", but anyway I read it here and I am intrigued! This was quite the dream! There are a few clear messages in it. And dreams always hold some significance. The truth that we can't help (open to) others, unless they allow us to ... - the time out of time - rebellious attitude to rules etc.. Sometimes in dreams there is more reality than in the so called reality. Go on dreaming. You told this dream very well. Love, Margherita  |
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