I seem to have a lot of
dreams in which I serendipitously occupy a world that is clearly not
the one I presently live in. During the dream I typically don't give
much thought to the contradictory and often impossible circumstances.
Only after I wake up does the significance of its strangeness occur
to me at all. This dream, that I had last night (July 2, 2015) is an
excellent case in point.
In my dream I was walking
past a pool area for a hotel where I was a guest. As I passed, a
large family of notorious nudists were entering the pool area as
well. I say “notorious” because the person I was in this dream
understood that in his world (the “dream world”, though he/I
certainly didn't think of it as that from in the dream itself) nudity
(and nudists) were not common, but neither were they particularly
remarkable, except in the case of this family of nudists because they
were well known --- not as nudists, but more because of their
closeness and success in general (think; “the Kennedy's”).
As I continued around the
pool on my way to my room I saw the family, mother, father, three or
four teen boys (most of them I noticed had no pubic hair) and one
preteen girl (also quite hairless) wade into the pool and start
playfully splashing each other. They were all very attractive people,
and I paid particular attention to the young girl as she frolicked
with her older brothers. I couldn't help but notice that she seemed
to have a well-developed vulva for her age that protruded very
attractively between her legs. I also noticed that she was not in the
least bit shy about letting anyone see it, including me.
Of note at this point (a
personal note that I did not consciously make until after waking from
my dream) was that I felt no shame about observing this girl or her
family at all. I observed them much with the same unconcealed
interest that one might give to an interesting piece of public art as
I walked past. And I didn't gloat or stare lustfully either. I just
took in the scene as nonchalantly as one might take in the same scene
in our “real” (present) world if they were all wearing swimsuits
instead. There was nothing remarkable about what was happening in the
dream at all --- at least not for anyone actually there, in the
“dream world”.
So, anyway, I continued on
past the pool and entered one of the halls leading away from the pool
area and shortly found my room, which I entered and began preparing
for a night's rest. But, before I could do much more than kick off my
shoes, someone knocked. When I opened the door I found the same young
girl, still nude and displaying herself as naturally as before,
standing in the hall by herself.
She said, “I noticed you
looking at me by the pool and thought maybe you'd like to see me a
little closer. Can I come in?”
Unfortunately at this
point I was just starting to wake up, and the dream dissolved before
it went any further. But, upon waking I didn't carry the dream over
into fantasy the way you might expect. Instead I became instantly
fascinated by all the unusual implications of what I was feeling, and
thinking, about what was happening in the dream.
I noticed for example that
the girl was fearless, and clearly not concerned about “safety”.
She was also extremely liberated in a “hippie” sense of it, even
though she couldn't have been more than twelve years old. I also
realized that her family, not to mention everyone else in this “dream
world” seemed unconcerned about such things, as though all of this
were completely natural and commonplace.
This got me thinking about
something I saw on a new SyFy-series (called “Dark Matter”) where
one of the characters (a young girl) seems to be having other
people's dreams. Am I having other people's dreams? That would
actually explain a lot of dreams I have where I do, think, and feel
emotions that are totally contrary to who I am in the “real”
world. Maybe I'm not only dreaming other people's dreams, but my
dreams are from other worlds entirely (and are only grafted onto my
experiences from this world that are stored in my brain).
If that's so, then maybe
dreams are a kind of “bridge” after all, that connects us not
just across space and time, but dimensions as well. And, even more
profoundly, perhaps this “connection” has some significant and
natural purpose that has something to do with the very purpose and
reason for our existence!
That would be a far cry
from the typical “random brain activity” excuse for dreams that
most people pretend to believe in (and that makes no sense at all in
the face of our clearly coherent and patterned dreams that have a
clearly independent purpose of their own). We only think dreams are
meaningless because we can't deficer their meaning. But, the meaning
is clearly there.
In this dream, for
example, I didn't realize until after I woke up and started thinking
about it that such a world, where children are as sexually and
socially liberated as adults, is not only possible, but completely
natural (as born out by the history and science of our “real”
world) once the oppressive influences of those who want to shape the
world according to their own very limitted views (i.e. Christians
mostly). I actually dream of such a generally liberated world often
(some of these dreams I have blogged about here as well), and
sometimes find myself crying when I am forced to wake up and return
to the so-called “real world”.
[J.D. July 2, 2015]
