Research from the dream-scape

Recent investigations into the dreams of this lifetime lead me to believe that not only do we dream of both our past and future selves; but that certain other realities persist. A series of introspective conversations and interviews with waking dreamers provides the basis for my dream postulations. In pursuit of such knowledge I continue to evolve the theory of the dream-scape.

• The in-between time of consciousness and slumber is where dreams are remembered.
• The dreams of many are poured into the souls of few.
• The only [false] commonality in one's dream is the presence of oneself.
• Ghosts seen and heard may be the essence of a dream.
  

Dreams on, Dreams off

If dreams allow us to traverse the time-space continuum as many believe that we do. What happens when we do not dream? Is our spirit held in the void between stars? The question seems pertinent to our investigation of the dream-scape.

Is it the case that we ever really do not dream? Or is it merely that we cannot recollect our dream? The theories are endless and may be included among life's biggest mysteries. An example of one such mystery is the observation that I have been typing this note with my eyes closed and yet somehow the computer knows where my hands are....

Although Life itself is a mystery - Dreams are the root of our attempt to understand the human mind. We must traverse the void and grow in our understanding of ourselves.

No Doubt

I awoke to the thundering pattern of thump-thump, thump-thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump. This pattern would continuously be repeated.

A woman with the strength of a man was hovering over my back. She had my arm twisted in what looked like a very painful position and with her knuckle at an odd angle she was striking out this beat on the upper rib cage below my left arm. The face of this woman was extremely sallow and she had rings under her arms.

It hit me that the strikes were way too powerful and in an instinctive motion I tried to free my arm. That's when I found that this slight, sallow-toned, tired looking woman was in fact possessed of extraordinary strength. With my final bit of strength (somehow that rhythm was quickly waning what little strength that remained...) I broke the connection; I awoke from my slumber.

My chest hurt. The pounding sound was in my ears. I felt it must have been the sound of a death knell. I slowed that tempo mentally, as I placed my hand over my heart. I got up out of that world, removing the last of my sleep from my eyes. I came to my desk and have related this truth to you.

Can there be any doubt that we are not alone?