A Liberated World

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]