Thursday, March 22, 2007
I had a dream recently that I was stuck in some big house where the people weren't very nice. I then did something that I tend to do from time to time in such situations. I flailed my arms and, as I did so, I literally rose above that neighborhood and went to a more pleasant place. Through dreams, I've been able to connect with those who have passed on. I believe that dreams shed much light on what life is actually like on the other side (time and space as we know it does not exist in dreams, for one thing). What if dreams more accurately reflect the true nature of reality than our day-to-day lives do? In that case, our "dreams" would be more "real" than our waking lives.