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Dreams
For we are but mere mortals... and tend to rely heavily on words passed down thru the generations ... there are those who believe we crawled up out of the ocean ... some believe the Adam and Eve side of it all ... it is not my intention to alter anyones' beliefs. These are merely odd things that I have read or heard from others.
What if we are video games that some higher intelligence thought up to amuse themselves during off hours?
What if this is merely a penal colony for another planet. We are here until we learn how to behave and can return to the home planet aka 'heaven".
What if we are a mirror image of another world?
Do UFO's exist or are they merely things in the sky that we perceive to be alien? Is it a space craft from some far off distant galaxy or a weather balloon? You look up into the night sky ... the moon and planets are visible to the naked eye and with a nice telescope you can really pick out some goodies ... personally, I would like to own the Hayden Planetarium or something along those lines but...

She took ballet in Boston and I have oft wondered if she succeeded in her desire to join a troupe of toe dancers... a pleasant young lady, we soon took to just hangng out and talking about what ever popped into our heads. The early 70's let loose many a great thinker... I need not go into detail of what brought about some of the topics of conversation ... but this one, more then any other has remained with me thru the years. "What do you think about dreams?" she asked me as we more or less sprawled on the floor... less distance to fall (humor heehee).
"Dreams? The ones I remember, the ones I wish I could remember, or the ones I would like to not remember?", I queried.
"Just dreams in general. What is a dream and why do we have them?", she threw back at me, as she munched on some popcorn... *note here - the kind of popcorn that you actually popped over the stove burner, not microwave kind.
I gave her the standard answer of - "They are nothing more then our subconscious yada yada yada blah blah." And thus, we set about pondering dreams. But this was not to be just incoherent non-sensical ramblings this evening.
"Maybe our dreams are someone else's reality," she said somberly.
"Run that one by me again, would you, please," and I thought to myself, "Did I hear that one correctly?"
"Well, what if, and remember, I say what if, ummm. what if our dreams are actually someone else's life. What we perceive as only being a dream, is, in reality, a person in another dimension? Ever think about that before?"
"No, that one never entered my mind but it's an interesting concept." Maybe I better mention that Mike Oldfield's "Tubular Bells" was playing in the background... omg, 33 1/3... record album... vinyl, folks... and I quote the album jacket "in Glorious Stereophonic Sound Can also be played on mono-equipment at a pinch" and this is my favorite tidbit from the album jacket (and again I quote) "This stereo record cannot be played on old tin boxes no matter what they are fitted with. If you are in possession of such equipment please hand it into the nearest police station." Okayyyyyyyyyy. Sorry, got off track there for a sec reminiscing. Just listen to "Tubular Bells" and you will get the picture ... and it has NOTHING to do with the movie it was the theme for either... I hadn't seen that movie at this point in time.
Meanwhile, back on Planet Earth...
"So", I said at long last, for it took me a bit to digest this one without blowing out a few brain cells. "You think that what I dreamt last night was another person's life?"
"Yes."
Whoaaaaaaaaaaa.
"What about the other people in my dream last night. People that until now, I thought my subconscious just made up or something. Are they real too? And does this mean that ummm" I was mulling my thoughts over by this time. "So I am a dream in someone else's head then, huh?"
You all following this so far? Okay, okay, so maybe this isn't the exact conversation verbatim et litteratim but it'll do in a pinch.
"Yes. It could be an answer to where we came from."
"And who dreamt the first dream? Oh boy, this is off the beaten path, isn't it?", and we both cracked up laughing.
I thought about the previous night's dream or what I could remember of it, fragments only, because as with all dreams, a gossamer veil would fall over the mind's eye, clouding out the memory of it. I am sure a somewhat comical look passed over my face until I thought about nightmares. So I banished that quickly enough and got back to the non nightmare reveries. "So that would mean the person who dreamt me up while I was dreaming up a person or two myself, hmmmmm, that person is someone's dream also?" I think my eyes crossed about that time and nodding my head up and down, I said, "It's one theory, I suppose."
Anyhow ... there's kind of a moral to this trip down but one memory lane in my cerebral vortex (heh, Cartesian philosophy)......
Have good dreams, folks 8-)