This morning I dreamt that I was in some kind of snowy mountain range. Hidden high in it was a cave with a small community of people living deep within this sort of crevasse in the rocks. There were maybe half a dozen of them and they wore deerskin clothes and spent most of their days sitting by this blue pool of water talking.
I stayed with them for what must have been many months in the dream. We waited out the coldest of the winter months and they taught me… things that I can no longer remember, of course. When the thaw came, I knew that it was time to leave. I remember watching huge shelves of icicles with water beginning to cascade over them from the melting snow above. My heart was heavy and I didn’t want to leave this strange secluded paradise. But I began remembering the “real” world somewhere far below and I began warming up to the idea of returning to it, which I eventually did.
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That sounds like the life for me…. but what was the food like? If you think in this in the context of your ” dreams being alternate realities” theory, and you think about how we are supposedly “on the edge of an ice age” or something like that…
Don’t you hate it when you learn something in a dream an can’t remember it?
Who knows how much we miss? Maybee there is someway, some miracle memory drug or something, that would allow us to remember that stuff…. If it’s not out in twenty years, I’m gonnah be pissed……
I don’t remember there being any food. Maybe this spring was their source of mystical sustenance.
Actually, I think when we “learn” things in dreams that we later “forget” it only means that these are likely things that are not intended for our conscious mind’s use at all. They aren’t lost or forgotten, they just go to work on another level.
Past life memory is a nice option, too. If a bit romanticized.
For some reason when i think of the end of civilization as we know and a return to more simpler and better times what pops into my head is a psuedo-ish memory of never being fully dry or fully warm and thus somewhat uncomfortable. Odd, eh?
I know, I know, that is the logical conclusion. But we can’t be sure, can we? Crap, I think I just proved your point.
dreamed last night i was looking at a table of betta fish neatly lined up in their liitle glass fish bowls…..just looked at betta on the wkiapeadia free dictionary;their also called the labiranth fish…fun E fun E