The Book Your Soul is Writing

That could be a very frightening book, Indeed. A lot of trouble that book would cause, if it is simply the illustrations of your soul writing about you. I see dreams having various states. Depending on your spiritual sensitivities and how you are tuned to the paranormal, dreams can be an avenues for delivering messages from the supernatural be it corporeal or incorporeal visions and visitations. Dreams can defrag your brain, archiving unnecessary details that otherwise clog your memory, and help you to forget the unnecessary details and move on. It’s believed that people with total recall don’t experience defragging through dreams, and, therefore, they remember everything. I understand it’s a bit like a living hell. Dreams seem to manifest themselves out of anxieties, and they can be warnings and fortunetelling of the future. Dreams definitely have a function of your soul writing about your life, I would assume that might be especially acute if you aren’t perceptive to the paranormal or very well connected spiritually.

I knew the moment our chief financial officer died in 2006. She appeared in a dream and told me to tell everyone she was alright. She frequented my dreams for about two years after she died. We had spiritual bonds through our mutual love of cats. I never had dreams of two other close friends who died within months of her. I still have dreams with my dad in them. I know he’s dead in the dreams, but we still do things together in the old house I had torn down in 2012. Sometimes his friends who were close to me are in the dreams. I don’t remember that I have been thinking about my dad before those dreams, but perhaps there is something in my subconscious that triggers him to enter my dreams. Most of my dreams that I remember are usually strange to bizarre. Although, there are times when I solve difficult problems in dreams. When I can remember the solutions and apply them in an alert state, sometimes the work, but not usually. Either I don’t remember enough of the dream, or the dream was delusional.

I remember Steve Erwin, the Crocodile Hunter, said he had dreams of dying in a car wreck. He was killed by a Stringray, a fish not the car.

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