My personal opinion on dreams varies depending on the individual experiencing them. But for me. I have come to realize they are no joke. I have a long history with dreaming, starting from a very young age. I can recall them starting to get fairly promenint around age 6. About the time I was run over. That day was serious but not terribly serious. I did sustain a Head injury. But nothing extreme aside from a huge facial abrasion. All properly cared for. And I had a normal recovery.
However, my ability to have lucid dreams and various other unexplainable things started to happen. But I will only touch lightly on dreams this time.
After the accident, I started dreaming about events and the dreams were reacurring until the event came to pass. Most times I couldn’t understand why I would dreams such things until AFTER the even came to pass. And then I had an understanding about the situation, however, this left me feeling frustrated because I couldn’t figure out why I would experience dreams of a predictive nature and not be able to help myself or others involved in the events the would occur.
As I grew up, it continued. And for years I would be left feeling small and at the mercy of circumstance.I didn’t want the dreams and I didn’t want to know what was going to happen. Because if I told anyone, I was then revealing something very personal and I also exposed a side of me that was vulnerable to criticism. I was already different than others around me I didn’t know how to rise above the toxic comments I’d receive after revealing such controversial insight.
So a lot of times I kept the dreams to myself and occasionally would mention I’d dreamt that event or about a person and I would get a “what ever”comment. So my ego was extremely confused.
Non of that even mattered because my mind was weaving new paths for me and opening a window in the future for me to see.
And around age 9 durring a visit with my dad. I reclined back in his recliner and a flash of my future passed like a film through my eyes. I saw the moment I’d deliver my first child. But I didn’t see the date or my age, or my spouse, or if I had one. I only saw myself giving birth. And as fast as I saw it, it was gone. But I can still remember it clearly today.
After I had that flash of insight I’d begun dreaming about a muddy slop on the side of a very steap hill. It was slick and I struggled to climb it. Every so many feet up the slope was a marker in the form of family photos. And each time I’d attempt to get beyond a certain spot I’d slide all the way down to the bottom, only to start again.
My determination never ceasing.
As the years passed and I had another child, I’d start having those dreams again.
But the slope was gaining character. I started getting roughly dug out steps, yet the surface was still muddy and slick. Is climbe up only to slide all the way back down.
When id wake up I’d feel determined to reach the top of that hill. And when I had more and more children I’d dream it again.
The dreams evolved from the muddy dug out steps on the slope to actual wooden steps. The ground was drying and I was gaining height. And after years of slipping only to find myself starting all over again I begin to make it to the top. But I’d slip from the top and on my way downnid attempt at grasping at anything I could grab. At the bottom id return up to the top again. Along the way I’d pass photos of children.
For so long I was confused about these dreams. But I think I am starting to realize what the meaning is and it is amazing!
And there was something really amazing I had noticed in each series of dreams. After the birth of one child, my next dreams where about the children I already had and my imidiate future children that I would have next.
These dreams are only one example of the type of dreams I’ve had over a span of 20 years. And I can write this and say sometimes it’s important to pay attention to your dreams. The universe is probably telling you some important things. Things that will help you be the best version of yourself and help you overcome certain obsticles that others may not be able to even fathom.
I try to write my dreams down now, but to be real with you, I don’t always do that because I dream so much and I recall them to this day. But there are some I journal because there are so many different colors and details I feel it’s important to note all I can in case some of it fades.
With that, journaling is a great way to release some of the emotions we are left with after waking up from an intense dream. A lot of times I find if I’m going through something I may have a spike in emotional energy that translates through dreams and leaves me jolted or anxious when I wake up.
So I write it down or talk it out with someone.
Why not give it a try. Start a dream journal. Watch it fill up. Look for patterns. Look for answers if you think there are any. Share them with someone you trust. And appreciate the power of your mind!
Now if you want to know what I think my reacurring dreams mean to me then send an email. I’ll respond.
Rememver, don’t get weird with spiritualism. It is for everyone, and it’s normal. So behave normal and don’t get your ego off balance as you self discover. That will only set you back.
Be blessed And Stay Cool People. 🌟