05-14-2011, 12:00 AM
About two weeks ago I had the most vivid dreaming experience I've had so far...and I want to share it and see what you all think about it. Whatever you think, just share if you so desire, because you can't offend me and I'm not looking for anything other than some axillary input and hopefully this will lead to expanded perception for both me and anyone who shares their thoughts on this.
The content of the dream isn't really what I want to focus on, mainly because it wasn't an unusual storyline for me...more or less it was along the same lines as many of my experiences and don't really have any relevance, I don't think, for anyone other than me...and sometimes I wonder what relevant really means. LOL
Anyway, I'll spare the boring stuff and just share what really impacted me when I began to ponder the details after I woke up and ever since I think of it from time to time and still kind of trip out, but in a good way.
There's just two things, really, that brought the vividness to my awareness. The first one is that I had this wound on my hand, the palm, sort of like what the dark age artists rendered on the hands of the crucified Jesus. It was like a puncture wound/dimple-like wound and rather small. It wasn't bleeding but for some reason there was a dog in my dream that acted like it had caught the scent of the wound somehow and was very interested in it. I kept shooing him away but finally he got near enough to nip at my hand and he had good aim because he did get a tooth or something in the sore spot/wound. He nipped at it several times and I felt it! Each time he got me, I felt it a little more acutely, just as I would here in the ordinary world. It felt no different than it would feel if it were happening now. I got a little irritated and my hand got sore...I remember looking at it and thinking "that damn dog is making it hurt!"
I have never felt physical sensation in my dreaming world/self before, that I can recall. I have had awareness of touching and being touched but it was a visual awareness rather than a physical one. In this case, I felt the dog nip me before I saw him doing it.
Now, the second thing is that there was an incident where water got splashed off of a glass wall like area and it splattered on me and I felt it, too!
There is actually a third thing that I wanted to share, that I just remembered about...but it seems to be perhaps the most significant.
I have been aware of my dreaming for quite some time, probably as far back as I can recall I have known myself to be dreaming when dreaming. And even when the situation is unpleasant and I'd like to leave...I know I am just dreaming and I just go along with it because it isn't a scary or threatening thing to me to be dreaming. although once in a while it gets tiresome for various reasons...I just want to be done with that particular activity/experience but I carry on through its completion, whatever it is.
Yet, in this dream, when certain repetitive things took place, that are frequently scripted in my dreaming, I had this thought, more or less verbatim: "Damn! This is happening just like it happens when I'm dreaming!"
I wasn't hoping for the finale of the evening but rather was frustrated and somewhat irritated that now my waking life and my dreaming life were enacting the very same script instead of one being the relief of the other, and vice versa.
And my memory of that moment when I thought that thought is just as vivid as it was when I woke up...I truly and literally said that in all sincerity, believing myself to be in the ordinary waking world, not dreaming.
This dream was so vivid and stable and all things like that...that I literally did not realize I was dreaming! And I know I was fully aware as usual because when I woke up, it was more like a continuance of thought rather than waking up...and I was shocked and surprised (and a little relieved!) to realize that I HAD been dreaming...it was not my waking ordinary world but my equally familiar shadowy borderland that I was returning from...I couldn't believe that I had had absolutely NO IDEA that I was dreaming! I hadn't been foggy when I had the thought of things being the same in the waking as in the dreaming...I actually thought I was awake in my normal daytime world!
I've just never made such a gigantic error in judging my surroundings and the realm in which I was moving! It doesn't bother me that I didn't realize I was dreaming, not at all, so when I say error I just mean that my assessment was so totally off it could only be called ERROR...BZZZTTT...wrong answer!
I've been dreaming several times since this happened and it hasn't repeated itself and I haven't had any perception of any problems or issues arising from the experience, at all...but it is very intriguing to me as well as delightful to ponder on because it was so "out of the ordinary."
Thoughts, anyone? Has anyone had a similar experience? Is there anything in the writings of CC that might be related to such an experience?
The content of the dream isn't really what I want to focus on, mainly because it wasn't an unusual storyline for me...more or less it was along the same lines as many of my experiences and don't really have any relevance, I don't think, for anyone other than me...and sometimes I wonder what relevant really means. LOL
Anyway, I'll spare the boring stuff and just share what really impacted me when I began to ponder the details after I woke up and ever since I think of it from time to time and still kind of trip out, but in a good way.
There's just two things, really, that brought the vividness to my awareness. The first one is that I had this wound on my hand, the palm, sort of like what the dark age artists rendered on the hands of the crucified Jesus. It was like a puncture wound/dimple-like wound and rather small. It wasn't bleeding but for some reason there was a dog in my dream that acted like it had caught the scent of the wound somehow and was very interested in it. I kept shooing him away but finally he got near enough to nip at my hand and he had good aim because he did get a tooth or something in the sore spot/wound. He nipped at it several times and I felt it! Each time he got me, I felt it a little more acutely, just as I would here in the ordinary world. It felt no different than it would feel if it were happening now. I got a little irritated and my hand got sore...I remember looking at it and thinking "that damn dog is making it hurt!"
I have never felt physical sensation in my dreaming world/self before, that I can recall. I have had awareness of touching and being touched but it was a visual awareness rather than a physical one. In this case, I felt the dog nip me before I saw him doing it.
Now, the second thing is that there was an incident where water got splashed off of a glass wall like area and it splattered on me and I felt it, too!
There is actually a third thing that I wanted to share, that I just remembered about...but it seems to be perhaps the most significant.
I have been aware of my dreaming for quite some time, probably as far back as I can recall I have known myself to be dreaming when dreaming. And even when the situation is unpleasant and I'd like to leave...I know I am just dreaming and I just go along with it because it isn't a scary or threatening thing to me to be dreaming. although once in a while it gets tiresome for various reasons...I just want to be done with that particular activity/experience but I carry on through its completion, whatever it is.
Yet, in this dream, when certain repetitive things took place, that are frequently scripted in my dreaming, I had this thought, more or less verbatim: "Damn! This is happening just like it happens when I'm dreaming!"
I wasn't hoping for the finale of the evening but rather was frustrated and somewhat irritated that now my waking life and my dreaming life were enacting the very same script instead of one being the relief of the other, and vice versa.
And my memory of that moment when I thought that thought is just as vivid as it was when I woke up...I truly and literally said that in all sincerity, believing myself to be in the ordinary waking world, not dreaming.
This dream was so vivid and stable and all things like that...that I literally did not realize I was dreaming! And I know I was fully aware as usual because when I woke up, it was more like a continuance of thought rather than waking up...and I was shocked and surprised (and a little relieved!) to realize that I HAD been dreaming...it was not my waking ordinary world but my equally familiar shadowy borderland that I was returning from...I couldn't believe that I had had absolutely NO IDEA that I was dreaming! I hadn't been foggy when I had the thought of things being the same in the waking as in the dreaming...I actually thought I was awake in my normal daytime world!
I've just never made such a gigantic error in judging my surroundings and the realm in which I was moving! It doesn't bother me that I didn't realize I was dreaming, not at all, so when I say error I just mean that my assessment was so totally off it could only be called ERROR...BZZZTTT...wrong answer!
I've been dreaming several times since this happened and it hasn't repeated itself and I haven't had any perception of any problems or issues arising from the experience, at all...but it is very intriguing to me as well as delightful to ponder on because it was so "out of the ordinary."
Thoughts, anyone? Has anyone had a similar experience? Is there anything in the writings of CC that might be related to such an experience?