When I was more unwell, I used to dream a lot. Maybe being unconscious a lot had something to do with it!
What WAS a puzzle, and still is, is where I went when i was dreaming. It was a whole world in it’s own right.
I used to call it Ether. Derived from ‘Ethereal‘ -
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Today, at my home. Peaceful.
Ether was a beautiful place. It was so real. It was so spooky – it was abandoned, in ruins. And yet, I felt safe there. I wanted to go back to sleep whenever I woke up because I wanted to stay there. I felt safe and hidden in my ruined city (ruined world?)
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Sometimes I wonder if there is a place on earth that is real, that I have somehow dreamed of without ever having been to in my life. I’ve experienced Deja Vu many times – realising I’ve been here, in this exact place, exact situation – and yet I’ve never been.
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It was a place where I was forever a child. I had no responsibilities, and I had all the time in the world.
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Mostly I think it was just the comfort of being somewhere where I could escape this world and my troubles.. and FLY.
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I really miss those dreams, and I want to go back all the time.
Maybe it’s where I will go when i do die, some day. Maybe it’s the next place. (I am Christian, but who knows what really is out there – sometimes I wonder). When I was flying in Ether, if I flew too high, I would hit some invisible force field almost like a rubber-band shield that stretched over the sky, not allowing me past that point. It bounced me back down again – I used to feel strongly in my dreams that if I ever broke that barrier, I would not return to the real world, I would not wake up – so in reality, I would die.
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I don’t want to die – so please do NOT worry about me talking about it – I don’t want to die at ALL, not til I’m old and wrinkly and grumpy and have done everything, including such adventures as taking a rocket trip into outer space and dropping into a black hole to see where I end up, and making a nuisance of myself in the Bermuda Triangle area to see if I end up anywhere interesting. There is way too much I haven’t done yet in THIS world.
What I long for is the feeling that dreaming of Ether and flying gave me. Wellbeing, full of air – on top of the world! Exhiliarated (I would actually wake up totally drained from these dreams as though I had really been flying). Free – able to leave everything that worried or hurt or haunted me behind.
And flying is pretty damn cool. I really wish I could do it in real life.
Have you ever had a special dream, special dream place that you ‘visited’, or dreamed you could fly?
What’s the most amazing, bizarre thing you have to do before you die?
