Guest guest Posted October 10, 2005 Report Share Posted October 10, 2005 this is just a dream about a dream: For years I keep having these dreams that keep getting more and more unreal. What bothers me is: when things get so absurd then why can't I figure out that they are dreams when I am dreaming? The scenario is always the same. I'm a retired anesthesiologist who is back in the residency at County Hospital. IN the dream I know I should not be working because I am retired, for years, And yet I'm looking for records to put someone to sleep. Then I always get lost in the County Complex. The scenario gets more and more absurd. Last night it was the same scenario except this time the last private- hospital that I worked in was inside the County Hospital. I was going around in my dream knowing that I should not be working and yet I was looking for the OR of this private-hospital that was inside the County Hospital. I woke up and kept thinking: why could I not figure out the absurdity of the dream and realize it had to be a dream. THEN IT HIT ME: I AM THE DREAM – there is nothing but the dream. When the dream is all there is how can something from outside the dream exist. To think that there is information not inside the dream that could wake me up to the dream is like saying that, in life, information from outside the body should wake me up to the unreality of the body. It sounds insane but let me find some perspective. How absurd do things have to get in life before we/I/you realize that it has to be unreal? The only explanation?: THE WHOLE THING is not only MY DREAM – but I AM THE dream: like physics says: the OBSERVER IS OBSERVING himSELF. THE DREAM is the DREAM – in which an ego called Fiction (me) is playing his role perfectly trying to figure out how dreams work, when they cannot work because they are fiction, and fiction cannot work because it is nothing. . I, the ego called Fiction, is the dream, fiction, while the Self is the Laughter of: there is no other. And this Laughter just means that the words that don't add up to nothing, fiction, have yet to be invented. -- Real Fiction, (an ego called: Real Fiction) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 10, 2005 Report Share Posted October 10, 2005 Nisargadatta , " Gene Polotas " <semmin@e...> wrote: > > this is just a dream about a dream: > > For years I keep having these dreams that keep getting more and more > unreal. > What bothers me is: when things get so absurd then why can't I > figure out that they are dreams when I am dreaming? > The scenario is always the same. > I'm a retired anesthesiologist who is back in the residency at > County Hospital. > IN the dream I know I should not be working because I am retired, for > years, > And yet I'm looking for records to put someone to sleep. > Then I always get lost in the County Complex. > The scenario gets more and more absurd. > Last night it was the same scenario except this time the last private- > hospital that I worked in was inside the County Hospital. > I was going around in my dream knowing that I should not be working > and yet I was looking for the OR of this private-hospital that was > inside the County Hospital. > > I woke up and kept thinking: why could I not figure out the absurdity > of the dream and realize it had to be a dream. > THEN IT HIT ME: I AM THE DREAM – there is nothing but the dream. When > the dream is all there is how can something from outside the dream > exist. > To think that there is information not inside the dream that could > wake me up to the dream is like saying that, in life, information > from outside the body should wake me up to the unreality of the body. > > It sounds insane but let me find some perspective. > How absurd do things have to get in life before we/I/you realize that > it has to be unreal? > The only explanation?: THE WHOLE THING is not only MY DREAM – but I > AM THE dream: like physics says: the OBSERVER IS OBSERVING himSELF. > THE DREAM is the DREAM – in which an ego called Fiction (me) is > playing his role perfectly trying to figure out how dreams work, when > they cannot work because they are fiction, and fiction cannot work > because it is nothing. . > I, the ego called Fiction, is the dream, fiction, while the Self is > the Laughter of: there is no other. > > And this Laughter just means > that the words that don't add up to nothing, fiction, > have yet to be invented. > -- Real Fiction, (an ego called: Real Fiction) > This is not entirely true. There is also that which is called lucid dreaming. In a lucid dream you wake up in the dream and know that you are dreaming. I have had a few of those with varying degrees of lucidity. In the most lucid dreams I often choose to fly because that is fun. al. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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