Notes on Dreaming
I believe that dreams are the original religion.
I do not mean Freudian dreams, or any dreams involving people and places you know. Those are the bottommost layer of the dreaming world. This blog is about the other layers.
Why do I call it a religion? First, it involves a supernatural world — one in which magical events occur.
Secondly, in order to make progress in the dreaming world, you must get your waking life in some semblance of order. One cannot get far in the dreaming world with hang-ups and triggers, prejudices and fears. These are detours and distractions. They must need be worked through, in order to get to the other side. Your dream diary is your bible.
Your dreaming experiences are experiences. Because they are self-modifying, they open a feedback loop to rapid personal development.
Lucidity is the one topic that cannot be discussed.
An identity is a mobile prison for awareness.
Shifting Allegiances of Dream Spies
Dreaming is not a madness. Awakening is.
Reality is a giant hyper-dimensional crystal that gives the illusion of internal movements when you look through it from different angles. Or so I dreamt.
In the dreaming world, the decisions you make are less important than the perspective you take.
Every-day reality can be a religion.
Get in. I know a really cool dream!
My dreaming career has stalled, due to one concept — or rather, lack of a particular concept.
There is one serious question in psychology, and that is, why does one ever dream of anything other than Heaven?
Hell exists. And you are closer to one than you think.
A wraith is not just a ghost; it is a ghostly doppelganger. It lives in a supernatural world and it has supernatural powers. It is self-delusional, reckless and wilful. And then you wake up.
Movement in the 4th dimension is an important dreaming skill, for whatever reason.
Not all sentient dream characters are nice. But even they must follow the rules.
I dreamt the waking world had been invaded by aliens who could be seen only in dreams. And then I woke up. I’m pretty sure…
Amnesia makes the meaning of existence much more obvious, not less.