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1. The Experiment

Written Sunday, October 13, 2019 / Day 62 / Daybreak

It was the second night of the experiment - sleeping in the guest room. It really felt like I was traveling since this was a room I never slept in. So the atmosphere was not heavy.

I tried to follow a conventional schedule but as it turned out I went to bed around 11:30.

The strange thing was - I actually slept through in somewhat a “normal” pattern. The usual bathroom trips were a part of it - but in general it was a textbook night.

Wow. That was interesting.

Now the really interesting part.

I had a dream.

The unusual part of that is I have not been aware of any dreams in this journey.

There was one early on - it was short vivid and touched my heart in such a way that I can remember every part of it - even now.

In that one my Joann was laying down - she was the most radiant that I could imagine. We were face to face and exchanging a few intimate comments I would always initiate. It was short - powerful and - as dreams sometimes are - incredibly vivid. Then I woke up.

Last night was a dream dripping with metaphors. Like I said dreams - that I can recall - have been non-existent up to now.

In this dream I was traveling with two women in a car. We were in an area that we somewhat were familiar with. One of the women was my mother.

The interesting thing here is that I never dream about my mother - that I can recall. She just doesn’t show up.

We are traveling down streets in somewhat an urban setting. I was not sure where we were going - it was sort of like a free time we were just looking around the area. That is something I always like to do - explore new places.

I would like it when I had to travel for work - that was the case earlier in my career but not so much in recent times. I always liked going places I had never been and trying to figure out where to go and see new things.

So we are in this car and driving out of the urban area and came to this gigantic “T” in the road. To the left was the developed side - to the right a rather open area with buildings in the distance that looked rather old and there were construction vehicles moving around and stirring up clouds of dirt.

The first inclination was to go left - but then I saw cars also driving which meant that traffic was active there despite the construction. So we turned right towards the construction.

As we moved through the area there were older buildings that seemed to be in various states of rehabilitation.

Then as dreams do - the scene shifted where we were walking past the buildings. There were wide sidewalk areas and here and there - other people in the area also walking.

My mother was in the background behind us and I was walking with this other woman. We were talking about the construction, the style of the buildings and as we saw the renovated sections - marveling at how nice the new sections were. Fine stone and other materials that were of great quality were a part of the new sections.

As we continued on - I was holding her hand. As is the case in dreams I could not remember her face other than it was happy and her mood upbeat.

As we walked, there was water on the ground like it had rained but it had not. It seemed that this was a part of the newer environment. A vast plaza was to the right with sparkling new buildings and an inch or two of water on the ground was everywhere. Some other people were around - enjoying the water on the ground with some buildings in the background actually having fountains with water spilling out into the plaza where the people were.

My mother was behind us but I lost track of where she was and was concerned we would become separated.

My companion and I were walking along the sidewalk - with the water at our feet which was also the bank of a river. As the walkway continued up ahead the river was starting to be a little less calm and I was concerned as we walked towards it.

My companion took off her shoes and wanted to walk for a short time on the other side of the small barrier at the edge of the riverbank. She was delighted doing this and the only conversation I remember was asking her how the water felt.

She was beaming - enjoying the experience. As we continued on - I reached over and held her next to me as I was concerned she might slip.

And then I woke up.

The pitter-pat of raindrops on the bedroom window.

The sunrise was in progress. It was 7:30.

With the dream fresh in my mind I also marveled that I felt strangely - rested.

That is a rare occurrence these days.

As I contemplated the dream I just awoke from - I thought some might say I was getting a message from “Beyond”.

I would not argue with anyone - but the Bible does say that the dead are awaiting the resurrection as they sleep (1 Thessalonians 4:16, Ecclesiastes 9:2,10, John 11:11 to name a few references).

But the Bible also says that God communicates with us through dreams. Refer to Matthew 1:20 - Joseph’s dream about Mary, Genesis 41:1 Pharaohs dream for two examples.

Whatever this was it was quite disarming in light of where I have been.

Dripping with metaphors of new paths, rebuilding and relationships it will be something to ponder.

The fact that there was a night of restful sleep is quite encouraging. I will enjoy camping out in the guest room to continue the experiment and see where this path takes me.

1. The Experiment

Written Sunday, October 13, 2019 / Day 62 / Daybreak

It was the second night of the experiment - sleeping in the guest room. It really felt like I was traveling since this was a room I never slept in. So the atmosphere was not heavy.

I tried to follow a conventional schedule but as it turned out I went to bed around 11:30.

The strange thing was - I actually slept through in somewhat a “normal” pattern. The usual bathroom trips were a part of it - but in general it was a textbook night.

Wow. That was interesting.

Now the really interesting part.

I had a dream.

The unusual part of that is I have not been aware of any dreams in this journey.

There was one early on - it was short vivid and touched my heart in such a way that I can remember every part of it - even now.

In that one my Joann was laying down - she was the most radiant that I could imagine. We were face to face and exchanging a few intimate comments I would always initiate. It was short - powerful and - as dreams sometimes are - incredibly vivid. Then I woke up.

Last night was a dream dripping with metaphors. Like I said dreams - that I can recall - have been non-existent up to now.

In this dream I was traveling with two women in a car. We were in an area that we somewhat were familiar with. One of the women was my mother.

The interesting thing here is that I never dream about my mother - that I can recall. She just doesn’t show up.

We are traveling down streets in somewhat an urban setting. I was not sure where we were going - it was sort of like a free time we were just looking around the area. That is something I always like to do - explore new places.

I would like it when I had to travel for work - that was the case earlier in my career but not so much in recent times. I always liked going places I had never been and trying to figure out where to go and see new things.

The first inclination was to go left - but then I saw cars also driving which meant that traffic was active there despite the construction. So we turned right towards the construction.

As we moved through the area there were older buildings that seemed to be in various states of rehabilitation.

Then as dreams do - the scene shifted where we were walking past the buildings. There were wide sidewalk areas and here and there - other people in the area also walking.

As we continued on - I was holding her hand. As is the case in dreams I could not remember her face other than it was happy and her mood upbeat.

My mother was behind us but I lost track of where she was and was concerned we would become separated.

My companion and I were walking along the sidewalk - with the water at our feet which was also the bank of a river. As the walkway continued up ahead the river was starting to be a little less calm and I was concerned as we walked towards it.

My companion took off her shoes and wanted to walk for a short time on the other side of the small barrier at the edge of the riverbank. She was delighted doing this and the only conversation I remember was asking her how the water felt.

She was beaming - enjoying the experience. As we continued on - I reached over and held her next to me as I was concerned she might slip.

And then I woke up.

The pitter-pat of raindrops on the bedroom window.

The sunrise was in progress. It was 7:30.

With the dream fresh in my mind I also marveled that I felt strangely - rested.

That is a rare occurrence these days.

As I contemplated the dream I just awoke from - I thought some might say I was getting a message from “Beyond”.

I would not argue with anyone - but the Bible does say that the dead are awaiting the resurrection as they sleep (1 Thessalonians 4:16, Ecclesiastes 9:2,10, John 11:11 to name a few references).

But the Bible also says that God communicates with us through dreams. Refer to Matthew 1:20 - Joseph’s dream about Mary, Genesis 41:1 Pharaohs dream for two examples.

Whatever this was it was quite disarming in light of where I have been.

Dripping with metaphors of new paths, rebuilding and relationships it will be something to ponder.

The fact that there was a night of restful sleep is quite encouraging. I will enjoy camping out in the guest room to continue the experiment and see where this path takes me.

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