posted on Dec, 13 2010 @ 06:38 PM
I have come to a strange realization as of late, as I gauge the quality of my waking world life and that of my dreams during sleep, that my dreams are
far more exciting, pleasurable and entertaining than my life during the day.
This is something that I would have never anticipated.
As a young person, I loved adventure. Back in the days before the personal computer, when Atari just offered Tank or Pong in the way of video games, I
was constantly on the hunt for adventure and on the go.
Often when I was done with school or work, I would just head out the front door, with nothing or next to nothing in my pocket and stick my thumb out
on the side of the road to catch a ride and see where life would take me.
I would routinely attempt things no one else would. It there was an element of danger and uncertainty I was all in and raring to go.
For the most part I would always do well for myself, I would find excitement and good times, and as I got older, more and more economic opportunities.
Fortune often favors those who are willing to take risks, the bigger, and the more insane, all the better and all the more.
There was many a time throughout the years if someone asked you who would you like to be, a famous celebrity, a movie or a rock star, an important
politician, a celebrated warrior, writer, or poet, I would have honestly answered I want to be me.
There really wasn’t anyone else I would have preferred to be. I had youth, relatively good looks, enough disposable income to be in all the right
places, and doing all the right things, for someone who had a zest for life and adventure, a love of risks and good times, the excitement of living on
Ah but that was yesterday.
Now don’t get me wrong, my life is not tame by anyone’s standards, but over the past several years, more and more of my social life has been
online. At first by choice, now it’s more of a necessity.
I still make a living, but as the economy soured and went from bad to worse I just make a living. Gone is my discretionary income as business has
slowed, gone are the frivolous moments where I can pursue romance and adventure with it.
Instead of eating out, I eat in, instead of driving a late model car, I pedal a bike, instead of dry cleaning I wash my own clothes, instead of
shopping for the latest, I just keep wearing my timeless beach classics.
I have cut costs in every area of life I can, and along the way, I think I pretty much cutout my life too.
Yet the life I once so loved living I am now living more and more in my dreams.
I won’t travel anymore because of the TSA, to much dignity and self respect to be treated like a common criminal, I would rather remember the good
old days when I could show up to the airport ten minutes before the flight left, run through the terminal, breeze through a metal scanner with a carry
on, and hop on the plane as the door was closing.
My dreams take me around the world now, one night Hawaii, another night Rome, the beaches the mountains, far away places exotic locals.
I don’t date anymore, too much baggage, too many expectations, too much money to make a romance bloom.
Yet in my dreams I enjoy the company of beautiful and exciting women.
I used to hate my dreams, and hate sleeping in general because of them when I was younger. It seemed like I was always being hunted, always feeling
pain, and always a breath away from dying.
This was always the case except for an occasional prophetic dream. I could always tell when it was a prophetic dream because my normal dreams never
featured anyone I knew in the real world. It was always strangers, or blurry shapes and shadows I couldn’t see.
Yet when my dreams had someone in them I knew, it would always be about something that was going to come to pass in the near future that involved them
So as much as I disliked my normal dreams, because of my prophetic dreams, I always felt there was something important about the dream world that is
an intrinsic part of our lives here in the waking world.
Now my dreams are almost always great dreams, I actually look forward to going to sleep at night and am going to be earlier and staying asleep later
just to relish those fleeting moments when the world is no longer a staid drudgery.
I can taste and smell, feel and think, and sometimes my dreams have gotten so good at times where I know this has got to be a dream, this is too
perfect, too nice, too wonderful even while I am dreaming, and this has got me thinking…
Am I the only member who now has a better dream life than a real life? Are there other people out there on ATS too that have come to that same
somewhat sad realization that their lives have become so restricted, dull and dreary that you have a better life when you are dreaming than waking?
The other thing that has got me wondering could one of these dream lives really be mine if I wanted it to be.
I often think in my dream, this is so great, so perfect so wonderful, it can’t be real, I must be asleep and I must be dreaming, and I feel that
little pang of regret that we sometimes do when we are enjoying a guilty self indulgent pleasure, and decide to push it out of my mind and just enjoy
the dream moment.
Here is where I am going with this though, as so many members, especially those who favor the 2012 Scenarios and or a ‘Harvest’ of ‘souls’
from the third to the fourth density of existence.
Could it possibly be through our dreams that we will evolve into that new life experience, where one night we just go to sleep and enter a dream, and
that dream becomes our new life?
We in essence would wake up perhaps recalling this present life as just a dream. A dream that I sometimes feel in my case is becoming a less and less
Is the dream world calling to us? I don’t know, but I would be interested to read any members who are having similar experiences where there dreams
have gotten better and better, and better than their real world waking life.
And too if anyone feels or thinks that it’s possible we really might evolve out of this life and world into another one by exiting through our