I have been, and remain, too busy to spend much time blogging. In falling behind in circuits, a course I find that no matter what I am behind because everyone in class has seemingly been goofing with these components for quite some time personally or professionally and the course is paced as such, catching up may not be a realistic possibility. As I see it, I may be doing good to get a C. Hey, just being realistic here, not pessimistic. On top of that, I still have some work left regarding my speech. And, we just got nailed with enough snow, rain, and sleet to break my back. So, I take a little time to update, and then tell of an interesting dream, then, back to the grind.
Last night, I dreamed I was an alligator, long before man walked this plane. I lived out, seemingly, nearly a complete life cycle. From fleeing bigger creatures to survive, while tackling smaller creatures to gain size, struggling to find little bits of land and water I could hunt which would sustain me, then I moved on to bigger and better places as I grew and strengthened. Doing well enough, finally, so that I could mate. Then, somehow through the dream, I nearly instantly morphed through many creatures to finally, again, be a man. I noticed certain similarities between all the other beasts and myself. I also noted major differences.
Intelligence, self knowledge, awareness of time, among other things were missing in these animals. What was similar was lust, hunger, a cunning which sought an edge in feeding, caring for oneself (sometimes one’s clan, family, mate, or offspring), and other natural aspects. It was an interesting study, as I actually seemed to be these creatures, for a little while. I was still me, but could only function through them to their capacity. Really, odd, but I have had many animal dreams now. I have been an eagle, a bear, and a wolf. It is still always a strange feeling waking from that.
One thing that struck me in this dream, as no dream before, is that scaled or not, lust is a strong and natural thing for all of us who have been graced with the breath of God. It was developed in us as in animals by a God Who, as even the dunce Einstein might suggest, does not play the dice, take chances, or such. And yet, as a man, I see the grace imbued singularly upon my kindred and myself. I see that we may move beyond, through, and yet still with our lust to do His bidding. We may love purely even if a sexual interest exists, we may love wholly even if we are unable to produce children. We are singularly gifted, it is a blessing I do not overlook.
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ReplyDeleteHi, Hello! it's me , from the future.
ReplyDeleteStrange that I can't say I've been anything other than me in dreams. Rarely encounter the wife, and I only dream about a max of 2 kids, I've dreamt about all 3, just not in the same dream...
I'll let you back to your regularly scheduled timeline.
I am so rarely me that... it's almost remarkable when I am. From bullets, to animals, to other people including women. Which... isn't as lurid, or such, as it would seem. Sort of boring, strangely. Women just wait around to be noticed, then try to... hook that whale. :p
ReplyDeleteI don't think you have a choice. It's... my fault, not yours. Or... some such drivel.
Can you smell things, in there? Do you see in color? Have you dreamed long periods of time? Are you aware you are dreaming (most of the time)? Are you able to change your dreams (if that can sometimes break the dream)?
Yes, I'm... probably peculiar. Don't ask me, I have no clue whatsoever. It's just how I dream.
Some of it was from troubles with nightmares, when younger. But some of it was always just the way things were. I learned to change my dreams, because I dreamed of falling so very often. I learned to fly. At, five to maybe six?
Smells: Not that I recall, though I have had some "dead things" dreams that should have had "that smell". Oh, when someone is cooking... but that's real, not the dream.
ReplyDeleteColor: Think the scene in "Shindler's list" little blonde girl in a red coat, only color, rest black and white... When I dream color, it is focused like that, on a particular subject.
Time: All mine seem to be short(short) stories, no grand novels, just snapshots for a few minutes.
Aware: yes, better than half I know.
Change: the dream and break it, force wake, etc. Yes. My sticky point is... I have the hardest time reloading in my dreams, has become my "naked in school" nightmare.
Always me...
Your dreams are mostly normal? Even a little color seems unusual, and awareness can be unusual? From what I have heard.
ReplyDeleteOh, as to changing or forcing a wakeup? There are dreams, even if I am aware is a dream? I can't change, or break from. Mostly if I am dreaming of things I think are/were real times (whether they were or not? I have some confusion... about the past). Oh, and like the alpha omega bullet one? If it's prophetic, or pseudo-prophetic? Also, I can't break it or change it. Or... that's how I see it.