Originally posted by Scorpiotropic
So, how much significance do you people give your dreams?
S&F Scorp,
just for bringin' it up. I love the dream threads.

And hearing about dreams.
To answer your question, I don't have any choice but to believe a dream I experienced had so much bearing in my life at the exact moment I needed it
that the truth of it was highly significant and self-evident. But it hasn't always like this. I suppose I could have gone down the avenue of
believing it was premonitious, but there was no denying the healing that my subconscious had done to my conscious being.
My Mother was dying from kidney failure after a long life of going in and out of hospitals because of various ailments of which the most pivotal was a
tumor attached to her spine just under her brain stem when I was 4 years old (feel free to extrapolate whatever you might of my personality stemming
from this life-guiding event as it's probably not wrong), and being the oldest of 3, I've always been the closest of us to her.
She had been going in and out of detriment for 3 full weeks - one day the doc would say she's gonna be fine, and the next, he'd say she had 3 days
left, and back and forth like this 3 more times (over 3 weeks) before she finally succumbed to it. Needless to say, this was very mentally
exhausting, and by the end, I was at the end of my rope so to speak...until the dream of the night before she died.
I was being held captive with a bunch of people (male and female, young and old) inside what can only be thought of as a large tool shed obviously out
in the woods somewhere because of the strong smell of pine trees all around us and the realization of shaded daylight. I remember feeling like we
were all there not by choice or safety, but of the malice of someone else. The other strong feeling I initially had was the need to protect these
people - whoever they were.
I looked out a crack in the door, and noticed guards and guns and a small house as if we were in the actual tool shed of the house. I saw a guard
leave his M4A1 automatic rifle leaning up against a railing and leaving to go to the bathroom behind a tree or something (I thought), and I also
noticed the door to the shed I was looking out of was not locked!
I didn't even think. I told everyone to stay put, opened the door, and ran toward the machine gun just in time to grab it, cock it and turn toward
the door of the house to see a man in uniform (looked foreign but American) noticing me picking up the weapon. There was a moment when I thought he
might be considering me and perhaps being cool, but then he started screaming something unintelligible, picked up his rifle and pointed it at me the
same moment I was pointing mine at him. We started firing simultaneously from about 15 feet away from each other.
The next feeling I had was exhilaration as we both opened up with everything we had. I remember getting him in the shoulder or winging him somehow,
but I also remember being shot fully 5 or 6 times in the torso and once in the neck without noticing any iota of pain at all.
As my breath was taken from me, I felt a tinge of fear, but as I felt my blood stop pumping all over my body, I new I was not going to make it.
I told him quite calmly, "See you in hell, coward..."
"You first." he said.
And, "I'll be waiting." is all I could come up with, but that's when I stopped caring.
The next feeling I remember can only be described as wave after wave of nothing short of the most utter RELIEF anyone has ever felt, as I completely
stop breathing (and not caring about it) and start feeling my joints and muscles relaxing completely. As I consciously lay there in unfeigned,
unmatched euphoria, the world fades to black, as if the end of an epic movie. Then I wake up...completely calm, and completely without fear or sorrow
(and the knowledge of the answer of a question I'd always pondered).
Not 10 minutes later, someone from the nursing home my mother was being transported to (because she was gonna make it, right? lol) told me she had
some difficult news for me. I said, "She's gone, isn't she?" And the woman on the other end said, "Yes, Sir. She died on the way here from the
hospital. You can come see her in about an hour." I woke everyone up, and off we went.
There was no doubt in my mind, that if I hadn't had that dream, I would not have been able to take this news in any kind of dignified way. It has
completely changed my whole personality, and as you can see, I remember every pertinent detail.
So yes, indeed. I believe dreams are just another extension of our bodies healing themselves. There is no doubt in my mind that dreams are the
body's defense against mental issues just as white blood cells are the body's defense against physical issues. I doubt this is all dreams are, but
I am positive that they
also serve the purpose of healing or somehow preparing you for something that will eventually or immediately impact
your existence.
The only other dream I remember with this kind of vivid clarity is the only recurring dream I have, and would certainly constitute wholly another
thread, and not one nearly as uplifting. :/
Dreams are certainly here for a reason, just as every stage of consciousness is...I can't believe either are mistakes when they seem to impact so
many. This is why I like dream threads so much, as I believe we're barely aware of the tip of the iceberg in either of these subjects.
Hope you enjoyed it.