I spent most of this morning, from about six until about ten, drowsing and drifting in and out of sleep while the dSO crashed and banged around the boat. The resulting dreams were amazing.
Most of the time I don’t remember my dreams (unless they’re helping me solve a plot problem), but these morning half-dreams are very vivid and always provoke odd emotional responses. I had something like three distinctive half-dreams this morning that ranged from a possible romance plot to a strange scenario of what Hurricane Rita could have been like to a thriller/adventure story.
What they all had in common was a feeling of mild dread and that things weren’t going quite the way they should have. Very strange.
I’ve had, on occasion, a dream that “came true,” but these dreams were for the most part pretty inconsequential — I dreamed I was walking down an institution hallway that was curved (and found it at Brown Middle School when I did a Writers in the Schools workshop with my college poetry professor), and I dreamed a conversation with a coworker about a specific document for a product our software company hadn’t created yet (and then two years later had that conversation), etc. Of course it was frustrating, because the events I “foresaw” were so innocuous. Why couldn’t the dreams be about something hugely significant to my life?
Well, come to think of it, there were two like that: one was about my driving my Miata on the freeway and having an eighteen-wheeler cut into my lane (I gave the Miata back at the end of the lease term), and one was about attending a booksigning in which I was the one doing the signing, along with two other authors.
After that dream, I didn’t worry about whether or not I’d ever sell a book. My focus turned from “if” to “when.” People wondered about my confidence around selling, but I’d had one of my dreams, you see….
So after working on the remote viewing book, Intended Victim, I’ve realized that these strange dreams are probably my accessing the Matrix (the remote viewing term for the Collective Unconscious) in my sleep. Theta waves, which are the brain waves most active as we fall asleep or meditate, are the waves we tap into to remote view. So I can totally believe I was tapping into the Matrix in my sleep.
The interesting thing is that I can distinguish between the standard, run-of-the-mill dream of my subconscious dealing with stuff or the dream that helps me plot, and drifting into the Matrix. The Matrix carries no emotional overtones whatsoever. Things happen, I’m not afraid or happy or whatever (not even about the car accident or book signing), and I wake up and think, “Huh. That was interesting.”
What are your dreams like? Have you ever had a dream that came true?