Do we talk about dreams here? · Spiritual Rebels

Do we talk about dreams here?

This feels like a place to discuss dreams.

A few weeks ago I had a dream that was pretty memorable. In the dream I woke up in a bedroom that was super decked out. Gorgeous. I went to the mirror and I looked much different. Long Hollywood hair, like a panteen pro v commercial. I had a closet full of beautiful clothes, jewelry...I'm not exactly the glitz and glam girly girl type so this was all very out of character. I was like, "uhh...ok?" I walked out of the bedroom and the house was amazingly beautiful and dreamy. It was a lighthouse that had been remodeled into this elaborate home. I noticed the walls of the tower were carpeted and these creatures were flying around and clinging to the walls. I realized they were my cats, but with wings. I go down to the main floor and everything is just stunning. I walked through the house and looked in the laundry room. In the washer were clothes spinning in the soapy water... And there was a live snake in the washing machine with them? At that point I became lucid in the dream.

I see my family in the family room. My daughter is layed on the couch playing on her Switch, grumpy. My husband is rushing around packing up boxes and stressed out trying to make it to the post office in time. It was...just like normal life. In that moment I noticed out the window a whole separate cottage that I knew belonged to my daughter and was an art studio. I suddenly also just knew that my husband had cars, fancy clothes, a collection of shoes, and a basketball court somewhere on the property. We had everything any of us had ever wanted. My 2 German shepherds were running around outside in a beautiful field and there was a doggy mansion and swimming pool out back. I had this sudden understanding that money didn't exist in this world and all we had I had manifested like magic, so my daughter's discontention and my husband's stress didn't make sense.

I began to tell them both that I wasn't from their world, that this was a parallel reality or a dream and in my world everything was crazy and conspiracy theories were real and Alex Jones style doom and chaos was going on 😂 They both looked at me like I was insane and were like, "um, that sucks?" Then out of nowhere a hurricane started and the sky went black and the house started shaking and I woke up.

Well, that dream had stuck with me and sort of bothered me, so the other day I took a heroic dose of mushrooms and decided to meditate and try to connect to that version of myself that DID belong in that reality. Certainly I had that dream for a reason, so what was I supposed to learn from it? I met my other self in trance and spoke to her. She explained that in her reality she mastered manifestation. She made a beautiful home for her family, gave her daughter an art studio, her husband everything he could ever want, even gave the cats wings and a designed a home that would accommodate them and gave the dogs all their little doggy hearts could desire. She got rid of money, and "fixed" the world ...but no matter what she did everyone's clothes were still full of snakes. Her daughter was still unhappy. Her husband was still stressed out and working way too hard. They had beautiful things, but the only ones truly happy were the cats and dogs. She began to make beautiful things for herself as well but none of them really brought her happiness. All the "stuff" in the world couldn't make her family content, and that she hoped if she just fixed the problems then happiness would come for everyone. But it didn't.

So I was like, well damn...what do I do with this ibformation? And she told me that the truth of it all was that there was never anything that actually needed fixing. That by giving everyone everything they could possibly want ended up robbing them of the lessons they were meant to learn through hardships. That nothing was inherently wrong with wanting to give beautiful things to her family, but bc none of it was earned none of it was appreciated. She did however say that she appreciated the ease of having bone straight hair, but she desperately missed her wild curls and dreadlocks and that I should never stop appreciating the wild tangled mess on my hair and her straight hair was boring. The trip meditation then shifted over to a journey into each of my locs and I got stuck staring at my hair for about an hour and seeing a whole world in my dreads lol.

Moral of the story? Well, I guess that I need to be careful with trying to bend reality. I may want good things for others but I have to respect the lessons we are all meant to learn. Everything is happening exactly the way it is supposed to. There is nothing to fix. Everything is perfect just how it is in this moment. Doesn't mean stagnation is the answer, but removing the problem sometimes means skipping a valuable lesson meant to prepare us for what is on the way.

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