sunset on Tybee
I dreamed last night that I died. Never before do I remember dreaming that. I led dream work classes for 12 years and no one would die in their dreams. They might dream they were about to die, and then they would wake up.
I remember no details from my dream last night about the death itself. I just remember my consciousness being intact afterwards.
On an intellectual level, I have had no fears of death for most of my life. The body though, which is wired to survive, and with which we identify, I think can totally be afraid of its demise, and this fear can reside in the subconscious, unknown to its owner.
Before the part of the dream in which I died (again, details lost), I dreamed someone came for me to put a chloroform soaked rag on my mouth to render me unconscious. In the dream, I fought them off successfully and actually killed them (dreams are so dramatic in making their point!) It was later in dream that I died yet retained my consciousness. Once awake, I realize that by killing the chloroformer, I was saying, I want to be conscious when I transition. I want to stay awake, and then, I did.
When I woke up, I felt the most liberated I can remember feeling in my life. I think what happened in the dream, is that I tackled my body's fear of death, a fear that has been sleeping in my subconscious, limiting me from taking full advantage of the opportunities that life in a body offers for fear my body might come to no good end.
I don't mean to say I am ready to be wreck less about my body. Not at all. It is just that I now KNOW I can afford to go full out in life for what seem to be my soul's choices. I totally accept and understand, there are no guarantees about much of anything, but I also know, whatever happens, I won't have regrets of having bypassed opportunities.
All I can say about dream last night is . . .thank you. I did not know I was being held back by my own physical vehicle's intense wiring to survive. I am no longer chloroformed into unconsciousness.
I remember no details from my dream last night about the death itself. I just remember my consciousness being intact afterwards.
On an intellectual level, I have had no fears of death for most of my life. The body though, which is wired to survive, and with which we identify, I think can totally be afraid of its demise, and this fear can reside in the subconscious, unknown to its owner.
Before the part of the dream in which I died (again, details lost), I dreamed someone came for me to put a chloroform soaked rag on my mouth to render me unconscious. In the dream, I fought them off successfully and actually killed them (dreams are so dramatic in making their point!) It was later in dream that I died yet retained my consciousness. Once awake, I realize that by killing the chloroformer, I was saying, I want to be conscious when I transition. I want to stay awake, and then, I did.
When I woke up, I felt the most liberated I can remember feeling in my life. I think what happened in the dream, is that I tackled my body's fear of death, a fear that has been sleeping in my subconscious, limiting me from taking full advantage of the opportunities that life in a body offers for fear my body might come to no good end.
I don't mean to say I am ready to be wreck less about my body. Not at all. It is just that I now KNOW I can afford to go full out in life for what seem to be my soul's choices. I totally accept and understand, there are no guarantees about much of anything, but I also know, whatever happens, I won't have regrets of having bypassed opportunities.
All I can say about dream last night is . . .thank you. I did not know I was being held back by my own physical vehicle's intense wiring to survive. I am no longer chloroformed into unconsciousness.
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