When We Die, We Dream Eternally
When we sleep, we dream. When we die, we dream eternally. When the body does not tether us to this world, is not held in the grasp of the physical world, then we exist without boundaries. Our minds exist in the dream world, and, so, it would make sense that when we die, when our minds are freed from the cumbersome body, then we exist eternally in the dream world that we have faced practically every day (or night) of our bodily-confined lives.
The dream world can be described as the energy world, the place of essence, a place where currents spill freely, where energy loops and bounds wildly, unconfined and unharvested. There are no boundaries in the energy world, and we exist in it as an abstraction.
When our bodies are exhausted, we hallucinate, the pure dream world peaking in at us. The abstract mind enlarging as the body weakens, requiring sleep to be grounded.
When we are desperately in love, when the energy between two souls attract, then we say, “It’s like a wonderful dream,” because the mind/soul is becoming paramount over the body. When we face grave tragedy, “It’s like a terrible dream.” Again, the soul engorged, overtaking the body, surging toward the energy world, the dream world which is the true and eternal world that the soul already knows, where the soul knows it rightfully belongs.
When we work, when we are done toiling in the physical world, we relax through entertainment, through fantasy. We are compelled by the fantastic, by science fiction and fantasies of all sorts because these diversions plug us into the energy world, the dream world where the spirit feels at home, contented, soothed by the realm of abstraction. This is why the surreal captivates and disturbs us so greatly, because this is the nature of our true existence. This is why imagination is paramount, because it is powered by absolutely unconfined energy.
The imagination is aware of its own limitless possibility, yet it must operate within the physical world. This is why any sort of artistic creation is so difficult. The pure energy of the imagination must be translated into the words and symbols of our physical world. It must be explained in relation to our bodies and, so, the churning exertion, the warping of imagination into the shape of physical recognition frustrates the artist, frustrates each person with the struggle to communicate, to understand, to code the energy world into the limiting language that we invented to explain and make sense of the physical world.
We never die in our dreams. We always wake up. We cannot die in our dreams. Still tethered to the body while dreaming, fear releases adrenaline and cortisol, and we are startled awake, tugged back into the startled body that has been alerted to struggle to contain the energy that will otherwise discharge us from our bodies to exist eternally in the dream world.
When we die, when our bodies shut down, we drift toward the light. The white light that contains all colours, an infinity of possibility. The energy drifts. It might fracture like the egg that divides, so too might the energy of the soul be split as babies are conceived and the energy is drawn back into the pulse of human life. The flesh as conduit. Conception as the conductor that draws the energy and temporarily configures it.
Perhaps the energy of our mind/soul has been split upon conception. Part of our nature departing the dream world to enter the body while another part remains tethered to the dream world. Perhaps a portion of this original energy has fractured in other ways, as well, to find existence in others. This might explain why we recognize ourselves in others. Why we empathize with others. Because the energy is familiar, a germ of a fractured, living founding energy drawing us toward each other.
Soul mates might simply be two fractured waves of identical energy finding each other again and binding. This might explain why we are attracted to those that look like us. Perhaps the energy defines the composition of the body, our features, the shape or tone or frequency of the energy finding itself in flesh or even forging that very flesh.
Energy from the dream world codes the genetic composition of each of us, only to return to the dream world once our bodies relent.
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