Again I was back at home. Seems to be a recurring dream for me now, repeating its basic self once every couple of months. Maybe every three months.
I simply go back to Calgary and find myself at the front door of my old house. Sometimes I am just inside, sometimes I am knocking and going through the same old story to the current resident that
hello, I grew up here, I havent been in this house since 1983, but I spent my entire life here before I moved out on my own. Would it be ok for me to come in? And the people are invariably university students, renting it off of the new owner, and always totally understanding. When I get inside its all so different.
More like the inside of a barn, and a go from area to area, trying to find my old bedroom, but the layout is different. Wide open areas, walls taken down, hallways part of rooms now last night the living room floor was no longer shag carpeting, but wood painted red.
I wonder. You know how sometimes when you are falling asleep, and just as you start to fall into that drift, you have a brief and sudden falling dream?
Maybe its simply tripping on a curb, or maybe its falling out of a swing, maybe its over the side of a cliff but invariably your body wakes with a physical jump. Every muscle in your system flinches and you are suddenly awake again.
Well, I totally believe that we would be entirely too vain to assume that this world is comprised only of what we can physically see, smell or touch. It is what it is and thats it.
(Look at radio for example. If you could go back in time, back to like 1880 and try to tell somebody that this quartz crystal you are holding in your hand can communicate with that crystal over there using this invisible energy field that we cant sense, you would most likely be laughed out of the room. Fact is, Naturally Occurring Radio waves have been singing to themselves among the crystals for eons. It was only after we tripped across a method to scientifically qualify and quantify their existence did that particular form of energy become reality.
(this site has some amazing recordings of the northern lights:
http://image.gsfc.nasa.gov/poetry/sounds/sounds.html)
Well, those falling dreams. I totally believe that there are times when our bodies are completely unconscious that whatever you want to call our soul or spirit, just gets up and goes. I think it takes a look at its house (our physical body) makes sure its all locked up tight and all the lights are off, and trips out for a little journey. I dont like to label it, because labels end up sounding too trippy hippy and from my experience, a lot of people just instantly balk at the idea of astral travel, but I totally believe in it. And I think that those falling dreams, the tripping dreams, are the moments when your physical body is not quite under enough to NOT notice your soul was just about to slip out for a late night snack.
Body senses that and freaks says WHOA! WTF??? Where do you think YOURE going??!!! and SNAP that energy form is instantly pulled back into our physical self. That sudden snap of energy back into the body is what fires off a few neurons, and that is what results in the muscles twitching. The body lurch.
As far as our poor little brains are concerned, we can only relate our visions to things we know, and the closest thing it can come up with when that spirit slams back down inside, is a visual representation of our physical self falling.
Im just explaining this as a prelude to an apology to who-ever happens to be living at 3723 Valdes Place in Calgary these last few years. These dreams I have when I am simply back at my old house dont feel like half-awake-my-brain-is-bored dreams. They seem to only happen when I am completely zonked, and they have that strange feeling about them.
I kinda picture some poor kid waking up in the middle of the night freaking out because he/she just thought there was somebody in their room. Or perhaps during a middle of the night sleepy slumber into the kitchen for a drink one night, they get hit with a nasty feeling of being watched. The goosebumps go up and they see disappearing shadows in their peripheral I picture the residents that live there now having some ghost stories to tell their friends over a few tokes around the fireplace.
No waaaay, duuuude thats fuckin freaky man, the same thing happened to me in the kitchen about 2 months ago, but I didnt wanna say anything cuz youd think I was a fuckin freak.
So sorry guys. I aint no ghost of somebody murdered there, the house isnt really haunted in the traditional sense, I just get a little homesick sometimes. Dont mind me. (if you felt so inclined to leave me a bowl of Capn Crunch on the kitchen table one night though, dont hesitate.)
I think that sometimes when our physical body is under, we can sometimes trip across the plane into friends as well. On a few different occasions, I have had a dream about somebody that was really strange, only to talk to them later that day only to find that they had pretty much the same dream and I was in it.
Lately, I am finding a semi-regular occurrence of dreaming about she-who-used-to-be-referred-to-as-her, and theyve been progressing through an almost plot like manner over time. I had none for months, but then, I had that dream in early februrary where we unfortunately ran into eachother at that night club. The dream where I wanted to talk to her but her friends took her away because they didnt like me (Sure enough, 10 days later, I run into her at that night club, try to talk to her and that ends up being one of the worst ideas ever.)
However, there have been a few more over the last 2 months, and they have been progressively less and less strange. Shes just simply there somewhere in the dream, sometimes we talk, sometimes we dont. It does make me wonder though. Does she wake on those mornings going fuck! Why do I keep dreaming of him?
I would think that she needs at least some sort of closure over this. I know she must be thinking about and missing Morgan, and I do wish with all my heart that she would get past whatever it is and just contact me to see him again. Perhaps that is culminating, and that ethereal wisp that is inside her has recently started to disobey her fleshbased rules of No Communication!, and is now sneaking out.
I simply go back to Calgary and find myself at the front door of my old house. Sometimes I am just inside, sometimes I am knocking and going through the same old story to the current resident that
hello, I grew up here, I havent been in this house since 1983, but I spent my entire life here before I moved out on my own. Would it be ok for me to come in? And the people are invariably university students, renting it off of the new owner, and always totally understanding. When I get inside its all so different.
More like the inside of a barn, and a go from area to area, trying to find my old bedroom, but the layout is different. Wide open areas, walls taken down, hallways part of rooms now last night the living room floor was no longer shag carpeting, but wood painted red.
I wonder. You know how sometimes when you are falling asleep, and just as you start to fall into that drift, you have a brief and sudden falling dream?
Maybe its simply tripping on a curb, or maybe its falling out of a swing, maybe its over the side of a cliff but invariably your body wakes with a physical jump. Every muscle in your system flinches and you are suddenly awake again.
Well, I totally believe that we would be entirely too vain to assume that this world is comprised only of what we can physically see, smell or touch. It is what it is and thats it.
(Look at radio for example. If you could go back in time, back to like 1880 and try to tell somebody that this quartz crystal you are holding in your hand can communicate with that crystal over there using this invisible energy field that we cant sense, you would most likely be laughed out of the room. Fact is, Naturally Occurring Radio waves have been singing to themselves among the crystals for eons. It was only after we tripped across a method to scientifically qualify and quantify their existence did that particular form of energy become reality.
(this site has some amazing recordings of the northern lights:
http://image.gsfc.nasa.gov/poetry/sounds/sounds.html)
Well, those falling dreams. I totally believe that there are times when our bodies are completely unconscious that whatever you want to call our soul or spirit, just gets up and goes. I think it takes a look at its house (our physical body) makes sure its all locked up tight and all the lights are off, and trips out for a little journey. I dont like to label it, because labels end up sounding too trippy hippy and from my experience, a lot of people just instantly balk at the idea of astral travel, but I totally believe in it. And I think that those falling dreams, the tripping dreams, are the moments when your physical body is not quite under enough to NOT notice your soul was just about to slip out for a late night snack.
Body senses that and freaks says WHOA! WTF??? Where do you think YOURE going??!!! and SNAP that energy form is instantly pulled back into our physical self. That sudden snap of energy back into the body is what fires off a few neurons, and that is what results in the muscles twitching. The body lurch.
As far as our poor little brains are concerned, we can only relate our visions to things we know, and the closest thing it can come up with when that spirit slams back down inside, is a visual representation of our physical self falling.
Im just explaining this as a prelude to an apology to who-ever happens to be living at 3723 Valdes Place in Calgary these last few years. These dreams I have when I am simply back at my old house dont feel like half-awake-my-brain-is-bored dreams. They seem to only happen when I am completely zonked, and they have that strange feeling about them.
I kinda picture some poor kid waking up in the middle of the night freaking out because he/she just thought there was somebody in their room. Or perhaps during a middle of the night sleepy slumber into the kitchen for a drink one night, they get hit with a nasty feeling of being watched. The goosebumps go up and they see disappearing shadows in their peripheral I picture the residents that live there now having some ghost stories to tell their friends over a few tokes around the fireplace.
No waaaay, duuuude thats fuckin freaky man, the same thing happened to me in the kitchen about 2 months ago, but I didnt wanna say anything cuz youd think I was a fuckin freak.
So sorry guys. I aint no ghost of somebody murdered there, the house isnt really haunted in the traditional sense, I just get a little homesick sometimes. Dont mind me. (if you felt so inclined to leave me a bowl of Capn Crunch on the kitchen table one night though, dont hesitate.)
I think that sometimes when our physical body is under, we can sometimes trip across the plane into friends as well. On a few different occasions, I have had a dream about somebody that was really strange, only to talk to them later that day only to find that they had pretty much the same dream and I was in it.
Lately, I am finding a semi-regular occurrence of dreaming about she-who-used-to-be-referred-to-as-her, and theyve been progressing through an almost plot like manner over time. I had none for months, but then, I had that dream in early februrary where we unfortunately ran into eachother at that night club. The dream where I wanted to talk to her but her friends took her away because they didnt like me (Sure enough, 10 days later, I run into her at that night club, try to talk to her and that ends up being one of the worst ideas ever.)
However, there have been a few more over the last 2 months, and they have been progressively less and less strange. Shes just simply there somewhere in the dream, sometimes we talk, sometimes we dont. It does make me wonder though. Does she wake on those mornings going fuck! Why do I keep dreaming of him?
I would think that she needs at least some sort of closure over this. I know she must be thinking about and missing Morgan, and I do wish with all my heart that she would get past whatever it is and just contact me to see him again. Perhaps that is culminating, and that ethereal wisp that is inside her has recently started to disobey her fleshbased rules of No Communication!, and is now sneaking out.
I believed that everyone's "Dream Soul" would meet one and other while our living bodies would be sleeping. All of the "Dream Souls" would meet up at least once.