Science tells us dreams are the brain’s way of working through the experiences of a single day. Everything we’ve seen and heard is tossed into a mental blender and reshaped into random scenes that play out inside our minds amid a deep slumber.
Some philosophy and religious thought categorize dreams with greater significance than a random mishmash of memories. Dreams can be warning visions of the future. Dreams can be gateways to alternate realities. Lives lived in sleep influence lives lived in the waking hours.
One fact is certain. Dreams are shrouded in mystery. This is why they have inspired countless stories, songs, and poems through eons of time.
Dreams are strange random portals Opening doors to hidden memories. Building roads to future prophecies. Time does not flow linear. Space is both seen and unseen. Jumbled words and images. What are they supposed to mean? Other lives lived in minutes. Birth. Marriage. Death. Dew on grass before sunlight. Parallel worlds abound. Homes for other shades of you. Good or bad or just ugly. A mind and soul you hardly knew. Flying high and falling low. Fighting and running. Open ended apocalyptic visions.
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