Young Pravin with one foot into spiritualism and the rest of his body firmly in materialism, has suggested the topic for this week’s LBC Friday post. I hope that I don’t disappoint him with my take on the subject.
I personally have no experience of any of my dreams becoming realities. I don’t remember most of my dreams anyway.
I shall leave my readers with this link to a very interesting article on the subject and the following two quotations to deal with the subject as I don’t think that I can do justice to it by being original.
“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.”
~ Zhuangzi, The Butterfly as Companion: Meditations on the First Three Chapters of the Chuang-Tzu.
“It’s at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don’t know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that’s why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A bad night is not always a bad thing.”
~ Brian W Aldiss.
You can see what the other writers of the LBC have to say in their respective blogs. Maria, Pravin and Shackman.
I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death,
That pretty much says it for me. And I beg to differ – you can do justice to any topic
I am a Vedantin. I do.
I am dreaming that I am sitting at my desk reading a post about dreaming. Or maybe that is Dreamin’, which is what we do here in California.
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You are in Satori. Congratulations.
i seldom dream or if i do i don’t remember them.
so that sort of lets out the butterfly theory for me. or…
excuse me while i look up pusillanimous!
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I hope that you found all about ‘pusillanimous’! Fascinating, considering the context, isn’t it?
I think Trump is living in a dream world. We will have to see how he shapes reality.
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His realities are the stuff that dreams, or rather nightmares are made of. Just look at the MOAB incident!
LOL
I have vivid dreams. But I think dreams are a way that our minds process things and aren’t predictive of the future.
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If you are interested, you can read a fascinating book by Kat Duff called The Secret Life Of Sleep which covers sleep and dream exhaustively giving references to leading research sources.
Oh for sure I believe. Our subconscious creates us minute by minute and so called heaven is right here. We are so arrogant thinking we will live on forever and be “rewarded”.
Our evolution keeps morphing us. I only speak for me of course and not for the downtrodden – victims of rampant patriarchy and it’s twin capitalism whose dreams are crushed repeatedly.
XO
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WWW, you are one of a kind and think very much like me and many of my friends!
I’m not aware of any of my dreams becoming reality either. Like you, I don’t remember most of them. All I know is that they’re generally bad dreams in which I’m lost or rushing to get somewhere or being chased by someone. My mind is obviously a dark and tangled place.
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I consider myself very fortunate that I don’t remember dreams. Many people keep thinking about dreams and trying to translate them into some kind of meaning. In my opinion a total waste of time. Since I know that you read a lot, you will find Kat Duff’s The Secret Life Of Sleep fascinating.
I occasionally remember them, but the ones I really hate are the ones where I’m woken mid-stream by an alarm, a car, a noise! I feel like I’ve lost the plot because I will never know what happened!
And that is why I consider myself very fortunate that I don’t remember my dreams.