Dream #21 – The planes of existence

In this dream, the patient found another human being who seemed to be more aware of his surroundings. This being, unlike most “dream people”, knew exactly what to do. The patient believes this man wasn’t an ordinary dream character.

 

” This dream was out of the ordinary. I was in a white room. It seemed to be a very advanced environment, technologically speaking. I met a man who wore black and white clothes. He introduced me to another man who was his assistant. He told me that he had found a way to travel through various planes of existence. He explained that by eating a special kind of meat, I could travel with him and his friend. I agreed to eat the meat he gave me. The meat was raw and yellowish. To my own surprise, it was very tasty. When I ate part of it, I began to realize that I was travelling at a very fast speed in some sort of vortex. I ended up in a world that looked similar to ours, but me, the man, and his friend, were the only humans. The beings who inhabited this land were similar to gorillas, but they wore clothes and could talk a language that I couldn’t understand myself.

 

Some of them feared us, however, and they began to act aggressively towards us. I had to run away and we went on separate ways. I ran into a house for shelther only to find out that the same kind of beings were living in it. I suddenly remembered that I still had some meat on me and I began to eat it, hoping that I would travel to somewhere safer, which I did. I found myself in a “sphere world”, a world which only had floating balls and bubbles everywhere. I soon found the man and his assistant. He was with another friend who was living in this world. I shook the man’s hand, thanking him for allowing me to travel with him, but I woke up immediately after. “

Grand Father

Who you are

During this session, we discussed the need for the patient to spend time within the wilderness. He is an avid hiker. As a nature adventurer, he recalls many stories that appear both natural and supernatural to us.

 

” I remember one particular moment within nature. I was in my canoe. During the entire day I had been travelling using my canoe against a very large, reckless and merciless river. Sometimes it was so hard to go through it that I would get out of my canoe, walking on the rocks that were standing out of the water, trying to move my boat using all the strengths that I had. Sometimes I would unload the canoe on the shore and walk on the borders of the lake in order to skip a very difficult part of the river. It was extremely hard physically. I wanted to go to a lake that my grandfather’s old friend had told me about. He showed me an old map of the area. He pointed a large, long lake shaped like the tail of a fox.

” If you get there, Rusty… Kid… You will find yourself. You will know who you are. ” he said.

I knew something was up, heh. That old indian never told us about his secret places. I thought he was joking and that map was fake. I had never heard about this lake and it seemed so large that I couldn’t believe no one had told me about it until then.

When I finally arrived at the lake, I searched for something. I did not know what it was exactly, but since I was told I would find myself, I was expecting something very special. Maybe something belonging to his old, almost forgotten tribe? Or maybe it was just some prank? Still, the lake was there… He wasn’t lying about that part…

I spent about forty-five minutes canoeing on the fox’s tail. After going to the limits of the lake, I turned around and prepared to go home. Then it struck me. When I came back, I saw it. I saw everything. The sun was setting and the lake was reflecting a golden honey light. The trees were green, strong, tall, massive. The water was completely calm. A mirror. That’s when I realized what he meant. That old indian was wiser than I had thought. He knew it would take me a complete day to get there. He knew I would go to the edge of the lake. He knew I would come back. He knew that when I would turn around, the time would be right for a sunset. And he knew, just like I knew at that moment, that you find yourself by turning around, going back to where you’ve been. I found myself. I found out that I was strong. Strong in my arms, yes, but also strong in my will to go to the end of things. I worked hard to get there. The river had been against me. This time, as I would go back, I would flow with it.

For I knew who I was. “

To be a man

To be a man is not about overpowering others, it’s about using your powers in order to help them.

 To be a man is not to attack but to defend.

To be a man is to control your fears. Never put fear into the hearts of others.

To be a man is to teach. To be a man is to learn even when you are used to teaching.

To be a man is to know where and when to go.

To be a man is to accept truth.

 To be a man is to acknowledge failure and defeat.

To be a man is to face death and illness with courage.

To be a man is to sacrifice oneself for the benefit of others.

To be a man is to inspire loyalty.

To be a man is to respect all that is; living and not living.

To be a man is to care for those you love.

To be a man is to think before commiting an act.

To be a man is to forget about the pointless mockeries.

To be a man is to cry without remorse.

To be a man is to ensure prosperity.

To be a man is to teach your sons how to be a man.

 

 

To me, these are the requirements for those who want to be men.

Where were you, father, when I learned these things all by myself?

At the harbour

He met her about three years ago. Some people you meet, they seem so exciting. The first time they met, they talked for hours and hours. One thing comes after the other at the speed of light. You can’t think straight, you talk about everything. Childhood, work, music, love life. In under six hours, they knew more about each other than some of their best friends. When they left each other at night, they didn’t dare to say anything else than “goodbye”, even though they felt like something more could have been said.

It’s hard to know if this kind of discovery is related to love at first. Once you leave that certain person, you can’t wait for the next time you meet and talk again. As he was alone, he thought about their long, uplifting and memorable conversation. He tried to see more through what she actually said. He thought about the next time they would meet near the harbour and what he would wear, what he would talk about. He tried to find the best topics in order to unravel her personality. He tried to find the best topics to see if she, too, was feeling this same way. It’s funny. He didn’t even know how he felt.

They met again and again at the harbour. After talking about everything they could talk about, silence brought the two of them into thinking that, maybe, just maybe, they were in love. He was looking at her hands, hoping that she would let one of them go his way so he could hold it. She didn’t. She was looking at his eyes, hoping that he would look back at her. He didn’t. They said goodbye as usual and left each other without admitting that something was blooming at the center of their chest. As they went on separate ways, whatever was blooming seemed to be stuck in their throat, and nothing they could drink would make it go away. They slept quietly in their bed, occupying half of it, thinking about what could have been.

Both of them came back the next day. The conversation seemed bitter. It wasn’t the same anymore. He said something harsh, she replied in a harsher way. They never met again for 3 years.

Until now.

Remorse is sometimes love’s best friend.

A simple stranger

Yesterday I was coming back from a friend’s house and we had been partying a little. It was near midnight. As I was walking back home I was listening to music on my cd player and I saw a man coming towards me, waving at me and saying something like ” Hey! “. I stopped listening to my music and put my earphones around my neck and he said ” Hey man! “ once again. I replied.

 
” Hello! “

” How you doing, man! “

” Well I’m doing very nice, thank you!… Do we know each other? “

” Nah! Haha! “

” Well, it’s been nice meeting you anyways! “

” Yeah! Haha! “

 

That man was homeless. As this short conversation passed, I was walking east while he was walking west. I was heading home while he was heading for the liquor store ( add: perhaps was it a daily routine for him because he needed alcool to sleep without freezing from the winter’s cold ) With each step I was making towards the man along with him coming towards me as well, I felt fear. Who was he? What did he want? It was quite late, after all. What would happen when we would come closer to each other? Would he stab me and rob me? Everything happened very fast. He kept on smiling and laughing all the way, but I feared for my own safety.

 

Nothing happened. Nothing at all. As I replied ” Well it’s been nice meeting you anyways! “, I felt spontaneously reassured, surprised and I smiled. I sincerely thought that it was nice meeting him. After analysing this event, still walking home, I felt shame, however. A lot of shame. I often tell others that I do not fear much ( I’m a man, after all ), but this time I feared and for no good reason at all. That man certainly wasn’t evil and showed no signs of being evil. His body posture ( indicating a weakness in one leg ) wasn’t menacing and he wasn’t walking in an angry, agressive way, he didn’t seem to hold a weapon of any kind. I soon realized that I feared him only because of the fact that we was homeless.

 

I have a lot to learn.