My best dreams are my afternoon-nap ones. I remember them vividly and they are always insightful. The one I had today was incredibly interesting, or at least to me.
I was playing with my tarot cards (yes, I read the cards, you don’t know everything about me you know) early this afternoon, asking the typical “what will happen with…” questions, and after my session, I feel asleep. In my dream I was in my apartment in NYC and my parents were visiting, staying with me. I was in my room and walked out to the living room to talk to them, and on my way back to the room I noticed that in the place of my hallway closet I had a washer and drier (this must have been wishful thinking for sure!), and the bathroom had been changed, renewed or something (more wishful thinking), and then I noticed my closet door was opened and as I peeked in I realized things were missing. There was more space that I have now, like things had not been placed in yet. In my dream I thought, is this the past? Is this a time before now and the current state of my apartment? But no, it can’t be, it seems as things have been improved, so it must be a future time, a time yet to come, right? So I started looking closer into the contents of my closet. There were a bunch of school materials stacked on the floor: crayons, flash cards, markers, play dough, etc. The sort of stuff you would have in a preschool classroom, but I had tons of them, enough to furnish a whole school. I thought, do I open up a preschool in the future? But these things seem to be the remainders of something that was, so could it be that I opened up a preschool and then closed it for some unknown reason?
If this was the future and I had missed a chunk of time (from the actual present to this point in time) then the preschool situation must have happened sometime in the past that I hadn’t yet lived in this actual time. Are you following? I know this is a bit strange, but I woke up thinking WOW, maybe this is the key to unlocking the future, to see it in little pieces that are not necessarily sequential, but that when all put together they make a somewhat linear story.
There was another object I found in my closet which was very interesting. It was a little brown mesh bag, that when opened contained a little broken brown glass bowl. I thought “I could cut myself with this if I’m not careful, maybe I should throw it out? But no, if I remove anything from this place I’ll change the past and then the future will be different, and this might not even be here for me to discover…” I woke up at this point a little confused and way excited to be very close to understanding time and how we live it… if that is possible at all.
Do you remember your dreams at all? Care to share some?
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