The True Meaning of our Dreams

When was the last time you remembered one of your dreams? If we polled a group of people about what happens each night in their bed as they lay in slumber, most would say “I don’t remembering anything at all” even though almost 95% of people over age 10 will dream when sleeping.

 Dreams play a much deeper purpose at nighttime. Dreams are meant to unify the physical body, mind and spirit and give powerful insight into your own self and those around you lending credibility to the interconnectedness of the universe.  The average person spends about two hours a night dreaming. In a nighttime session, a person will have four to five periods of REM sleep.  REM stands for rapid eye movement which is identified by the eye ball moving back and forth rapidly under the closed lid of a sleeping person.  It is also believed that some dreaming takes place in Non-REM states about one to two hours before awakening as the brain is in a highly active state by this time of the cycle.

 Dreams have played a significant role in my own psychic awareness and development.  My first significant dream happened in the summer of 1979, when one of my dreams came true only two weeks later.   The event transformed my teenage paradigm.   My entire philosophy on life and death was altered forever.

The forewarning vision was about my father and mother driving off the edge of a ravine tumbling end over end into a black hole. Too frightened to discuss it with anyone, I let the premonition slip away. Maybe my Mom had a feeling too, since she decided to stay home.  Instead my Dad went alone in the more fuel efficient Datsun B 210.   Five hours into his trip, on a stretch of highway outside Canyon Texas, the car caught the edge of the road and rolled several times over a hill into a ravine. His seat broke on impact and his body shot like a rocket out the back window crushing his skull and breaking his left arm, his nose and every rib in his chest.  Although the paramedics fought valiantly to stay, my father Franks body could not sustain life. He passed into the light.  

I had often wondered why I was shown the event or if I could have prevented the accident? My conclusion is that there was nothing I could have done. My Dad has been gone for thirty four years yet I will never forget him.  Every July 13th, I remember him and say a prayer of thanks to have been given nineteen years with him.