Originally posted by drew hempel
It's an invitation to a much more grander system of reality. I just need to dump my dreams in here, will try to catch up tomorrow on the other
January 8, 2010
I have a dream that I am with my wife in the kitchen and she expresses herself negatively. I become upset and challenge her on always being negative
when she talks to me.
She says she's not being negative, and I challenge her that she is was just negative and made a negative comment. That in her world, it's ok to be
negative and then deny she is when challenged on being so.
I tell her I am not happy with someone that can only come from this perspective all the time. It makes being with her very difficult and
I walk by the fridge and see cauliflower n' cheese on the floor by fridge door. This makes me angry because I know it's gotta be the teenager who
dug into some food, had to see it fall and just left it for someone else.
I go down stairs to tell him to clean it up and notice it's his friend that is eating the food. So I tell his friend to go clean it up, and that
it's disrespectful to leave such a mess on the floor for someone else to clean up.
I later remember dreaming about a guy with a guitar playing while a skater was rail sliding on the steps he was playing on. He had a slight odd way
where he made strange mouth contortions when he sang.
January 9, 2010
I haven't slept much, but fortunately managed to have a lucid dream while falling into sleep. I woke myself up to record it before going back to
In this dream, I find myself standing in some kind of waiting room. People are in groups sitting near coffee tables or standing chatting. I walk
around in a daze listening to the conversations. I notice one person is an actor named Gabriel Gray who plays Sylar. This will be the second dream
where I will recognize this actor that I remember.
Seeing him chatting with another person who looks very similar to him triggers my dream recognition. I realize that I shouldn't be in a room with
this guy unless I was in fact dreaming. Knowing his character is all full of fun super-powers I couldn't resist asking some stupid question to his
dream character representation in my dream.
I walk over and listen to the talking. It's a rather informal conversation about acting and he is giving some advice to what must be another actor I
don't recognize. They watch me approach and I notice he gets into some of a... “Here comes a fan, get ready for fan madness.”
“Sorry to interrupt you to, but I had a question for Gabriel regarding Sylar's character and was hoping it was ok to ask.”, I say to them.
Gabriel looks at his friend to confirm it was OK to let me in for a bit, and he looks at me and says, “Sure, what do you want to know?”
“Has Sylar ever entered someone elses dream?”, I ask him.
He nods his head and says, “Yes he has.”
I smile and ask, “Has Sylar ever realized he was dreaming?”
He looks at me with a raised eyebrow and goes, “What do you mean by that? I don't think so.”
Then I let them in on my little joke, “Well, we are dreaming right now. This is a dream. I thought it would be amusing if Sylar also had
realizations of such matters.”
Both of them look totally shocked at my claim that the dream was in fact a dream. Gabriel asks, “Wait, you are saying that reality is a
I laugh, “If by reality you mean this right now? Then yes, this right now is a dream.”
His friend and him both laugh at me. “Ok, you gotta go, it was nice talking to you.”, he tells me.
“Go where? There is no place to go but awake.”, I tell him.
The dream character doesn't know what to make of any of what I am saying and his friend is already telling me I am nuts, and that this is reality not
“I cannot help you realize that this is a dream. I can only tell you that it is a dream and the realization of that truth is yours alone.”, I
I turn to other dream characters looking at me with interest, and I yell loudly at the room. “How many of you here, realize you are dreaming right
now! Raise your hand.”, and I raise mine.
The room is full of confused stares and no hands raise. “It seems that I am the only one here that realizes this is a dream.” I tell them.
I start to focus on some objects on a table to make them move to prove it, but they resist terribly. Gabriel and his friend start to walk away and
I'm told to get some professional help. I laugh.
The room is intriguing to me, it seems like a way station or a waiting station. I notice certain common traits that ethnic groups are together,
There is a door with a waiting hall and I notice they are staring at me, and have been so since the start of my lucid realizations. I walk over to
the characters and greet them. “I can't help to notice that you are a family and that you are collectively gathered here to be with one
“Yes, I could hear you saying this is a dream. How do you know if it's a dream, it seems pretty real to me.”, this lady asks. She is in her
fifties, a bit heavy and the family is also in the upper 50s plus.
“You need to take a very close look at it, to realize that truth.”, I told her.
They discuss this odd claim and she asks me, “Everything is so real, but somehow I believe you that this is a dream.”. I notice she is touching
the door, and looking at the wood grain and feeling the texture.
“It is real, in the context of cognitive reality. We really here, how ever that defines us having this experience that appears real. However, the
fundamental state that this reality exists as is a dream.” I explain.
“I have studied this for over 20 years, so I have trained myself to recognize the dream state. It is not an easy feat even for me now with ample
practice and experience. Everything looks real, it feels real and will even taste real. Yet, until we wake up, it is implied to actually be
real.”, I continue.
She seems happy with the answer and asks me if the other people, her family are real or just a dream.
“That is a very good question, you seem to believe you are real. You are real to me right now. Your family is real to me right now. In my
travels, I have shared dreams with people, and I know we gather in groups like this right now. It is quite possible, we are all sharing a dream and
will have little or no means by which to verify that when we wake up. The only certainty is what you believe you are in terms of being real or not.
This area seems to resist my dream control which implies a more shared environment. I have no measurement to confirm that.”
“But I am real, I know I'm real right now.”, she tells me.
“I won't debate that with you as you are real to me right now as well. I think it's great you are collected with your family, we do converge in
dreams just like this. We catch up on old times, we comfort and care for one another. You could be bitter enemies when awake, but best friends free
from that emotion when here. Take the time now with them and be caring, compassionate and loving as you are.”, I advise and then I part ways.
There is a group of Mexicans that I wanted to also talk with, I walk over to their sitting area and sit down.
“I hope you don't mind me joining you, but I felt very inclined to come here and speak with you all.”, I tell the group. They are very friendly,
happy to have me there and smile and nod with acceptance.
“I wanted to discuss this dream we are having right now, and what you thought about it?”, I ask.
They talk amongst themselves and then one speaks on the behalf of the group, “It seems very real, it cannot be a dream.”, he states.