September 25, 2018
Yesterday after my dinner I laid on the couch to watch TV and began to doze off. I resisted falling completely out because I had things to do so I was only allowing myself a short respite from my chores. I began to dream in 2 to 3 second snippets. Each snippet was completely different and unrelated to the previous one. I mussed over the selection of images being presented to me. In one I saw a vacuum cleaner nozzle scoop up particles off the floor. It reminded me of my mom since she cleaned houses for a living when I was young. The nozzle didn’t move but the particles it scooped up did. The dust particles moved quickly in a horizontal direction from from left to right. I remember thinking they are too precise to be random. The images seemed to have a very specific intent. In one I saw a tennis shoe stepping into the frame followed by the left foot. I focus on the ankles. There were so many of these snippets in quick succession like flash cards quickly passing through. The way they would enter and leave my field of vision seemed calculated. In some cases the scene would rotate and swipe off my minds screen like 3 dimensional computer graphics.
For a moment, there was a pause in the presentation which served to clear my mind of all thought. I suddenly peered into a dimly lit living room where a man stood in the center. Behind him was a window. I could see his entire body from about the knees up. He wore dark grey pants and a grainy blue t-shirt. I immediately recognized him as me as if I am looking at myself in a mirror but yet the scene behind him was not the scene where my physical body stood. He smiled at me as if to acknowledge the mirror image. I am the man in the mirror.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I am struck by the deep sense of knowing when I see thyself. Just like when you unexpectedly step in front of a mirror you KNOW you are looking at yourself. There must be a greater part of me beyond space and time maybe its my higher self. Maybe a part of me exist in multiple dimensions.
In the moment when I saw myself. I was more taken by the feeling of recognizing self than of what I was wearing. It was only in journaling it that I caught the colors. The colors were those I’ve associated previously with OB. Blue and Grey. Why was I wearing blue and grey. Of all colors why does my consciousness choose these colors. They are not even my favorite colors. Why was there a window in the background and why was the room dimly lite. I feel everything has a message nothing is by chance. Everything has meaning.
