Before I begin, I just want to give a little background. I have always had vivid dreams, ever since I was a little kid. My dreams have always been
technicolour surround sound complete total immersion. I've had bizarre dreams, and mundane dreams, I've had prophetic dreams. As a child my
friends were amazed by my daily revelations about what I dreamed about the previous night. They were amazed because their dreams were boring, or they
couldn't remember them at all. Sometimes I wished I didn't dream this way because my frequent nightmares were far too realistic.
Anyway, to my point. Recently I've been dreaming, nothing amazing, just spending time with people. Sometimes it's people I know in real life, but
mostly it's people I've never met. Like the other night I was spending Christmas with relatives (although they were people I've not met in real
life). I'm having a sociable time, and everything just feels very free and happy and relaxed.
The problem comes when it's time to wake up and come back to my real life. I just find it very hard to come back from the dream, shake it off and
get on with my day. The more I have nice dreams the more I want to stay there.
My life isn't bad, I have a job, a home and a fiance. It's just that I don't see anyone except for my partner and work colleagues who I don't
really click with so there's been no out of work friendships there. I'm sure this is not the reason for my longing for the dream world as I've
always been a loner, preferring my own company, and I've had long periods of loneliness in the past.
I actually feel at the moment like my soul wants to escape this world and float about in another world if that makes sense? Like it's fed up of being
restricted by my earthly body, and it would like to be a zippy ball of light.
This was highlighted recently by a dream I had, where I was on some kind of walk up a mountain. We were all on a narrow cliff path, when I slipped
off the side. I was clinging on and people were trying to get to me, but just as they reached out I lost my grip. I thought oh well this is the end
of me. But as I began to fall, I slowed, and began floating horizontally. Everyone watched as I floated above a body of water (a lake I think) and I
floated to a few feet above it, then dropped into the water as if I was let go. I did not die a mass of broken bones, I just got a bit wet
Well that one was a bit out of the ordinary I suppose, I'm not prone to hiking up Kilimanjaro or anything.
I'm wondering if this is happening to anyone else?