pixabay.com You won't read anything about dreams in the news, but they say everybody has them even if they don't remember.
We might like to think that we're normal people, living life on the surface, but hidden depths point to the unknown.
Take dreams. Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations which occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
But what do they mean? Why do we have them? Science points to the brain needing to remain cognizant during sleep. But I wonder if the spiritual individuals among us might be right in that dreams send messages to the mind which we need to learn from.
We might like to think that we're normal people, living life on the surface, but hidden depths point to the unknown.
Take dreams. Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations which occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
But what do they mean? Why do we have them? Science points to the brain needing to remain cognizant during sleep. But I wonder if the spiritual individuals among us might be right in that dreams send messages to the mind which we need to learn from.
Last night, I dreamed my son returned. He died 25 years ago in a car accident. I returned to Australia from England to see his body. Yet in my dream he looked exactly the way he had last time I met him at the age of 28 years. He had visited me at my mother's house—brought her a rose, and showered me with love. Mother took this photo on her verandah in the Australian warmth.
In my dream, I hugged him. Yet, I didn't receive that normal warm glow during the embrace. Only my mind rejoiced.
Thinking back, on yesterday's daily stroll uphill, I invited him to walk with me. Well, not him, but my recollection of him in my imagination. I wanted company in my lonely routine of pushing a rollator up and down the busy road, reasoning that so many families get together during Christmas. I won't say my experiment worked. But, it must have played on my mind enough to spark the dream. I don't usually remember any night scenes, which must be the reason this dream remained with me.
But, is there something I could learn from the dream? I can think of two lessons. Kym's not dead, but living in what we refer to as heaven, or Kym's alive in my memory. I prefer the former.
In my dream, I hugged him. Yet, I didn't receive that normal warm glow during the embrace. Only my mind rejoiced.
Thinking back, on yesterday's daily stroll uphill, I invited him to walk with me. Well, not him, but my recollection of him in my imagination. I wanted company in my lonely routine of pushing a rollator up and down the busy road, reasoning that so many families get together during Christmas. I won't say my experiment worked. But, it must have played on my mind enough to spark the dream. I don't usually remember any night scenes, which must be the reason this dream remained with me.
But, is there something I could learn from the dream? I can think of two lessons. Kym's not dead, but living in what we refer to as heaven, or Kym's alive in my memory. I prefer the former.
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