A Rainbow with a Smile

I suspect that there is a very funny aspect in my energy, that likes to enjoy life. Whenever I feel strong and I am able to produce enough thoughts with a good vibe, it seems that aspects of my soul are better able to show themselves.

This morning - just before I woke up - I had a dream in which I was lying next to my girlfriend and as I was looking at the way she was still asleep, I saw something moving up from behind the bed.

Slowly but surely I noticed a small (two hands width) cardboard showing itself. It was a cardboard with a rainbow painted on it. It really looked like a sun rising on the horizon. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of this drawn cardboard rainbow. Isn't life wonderful at these moments?

Creation of a Dream Temple

This morning I woke up and I was unable to remember any dream that I have had. Since I have been playing with the noetic concepts in the book 'the Field' by Lynne McTaggart my trust in the abilities of the mind has grown.

If our mind would be able to tune into other places and times as is mentioned in the book, why wouldn't we be able to tune into some kind of dream database? In order to make it more tangible I decided to create a Consciousness Temple for Dreams that would allow my mind to simply enter the temple and ask whatever I could think of and get appropriate answers of course.

So, I imagined being in the temple and I asked the 'infinite' field if I could please get some memories of the dreams I had last night. I continued breathing carefully and joyfully and to my excitement I actually received fragments of a dream, and after a while I received other elements of another dream, both stemming from this last night!

Couples living in a Brothel

I saw a scene in a modern brothel. There was a long corridor with dozens of rooms. I believe that in many rooms not only women lived, but their partners as well. Perhaps this was a cheap way of living.

Occasionally a rich man would pop up and all the women would be forced to stand in the corridor next to the door opening. The man would walk between the women and he would choose one with whom he would have a sexual encounter in the room at the end of the corridor.

Well, the signal was given that it was time to get out of the rooms and into the corridor. However, in one of the rooms the man was making love to his girlfriend whom he loved dearly. They had to end their bodily contact and she had to stand in the line as well. The rich man who was given the privilege to pick a woman chose this girl.

He could see the man standing right next to her in the room and he politely asked the man if he was fine with the idea that he would pick his girlfriend. The boy knew how important it was and he kindly said, 'no, it's okay' and the man took his girlfriend away from the door.

There was a rather uncomfortable atmosphere as you can imagine and the boy was utterly confused.

Lying Upon a Flying Airplane

Perhaps you have also had dreams in which you are driving a car or perhaps even a bus and things are not working out perfectly: either you get lost or people start distracting you or you are unable to find the right gear or some fog arises all of a sudden.

For me when I drive a car in a dream it sometimes can be interpreted as a beautiful symbol for my life. If I dream about not being able to find the place where I parked my car that can mean that I don't really know where I am with my life. When I drive a bus that is filled with too many screaming people it might mean that there is too much happening in my life. If I drive a car on a sunny day with a wonderful tune on the radio I tend to interpret it as a symbol for being in the right groove - my life is going great.

Last night I did not dream about driving a car or a bus, but another vehicle appeared on the scene: an airplane!

I was with a group of people in a rather crowded street. When I looked above me I saw a big airplane, a small edition of a boeing, performing all kinds of miraculous moves in the sky: with spirals and loopings, as if it was a small aircraft doing a show. The plane got closer and when it flew above the street I noticed a man on top the plane!

The strange thing was that this man was holding his hand inside of the roof of the plane and when I looked more closely I concluded that he was actually flying the plane with one hand through this roof. A true acrobat!

He made his rounds above the city and he returned from behind. I was impressed and before I knew it I, myself was the man lying on top of the plane, trying to fly the plane without making it crash on the people below. I was quite successful, but there was another awkward component showing up: the plane seemed to be losing air which made it deflate itself, like a balloon. When I accelerated the plane got inflated again, so I had to keep on flying fast. I made a few rounds in the air and I recognized a woman with glasses who looked a bit nurdy twice.

So, perhaps flying a plane would stand for doing something big. That sure is a stimulating thought. Imagine, me, doing something that would be useful for increasing humanity's average level of awareness.