Purpose of Dreaming

I’m convinced that the purpose of dreaming is to audition things that might be approved for reality in the “real world.”  Of course, 99.999% of what happens in dreams will never see the “light of day” in this “universe.”

I think it’s also a lesson to us, teaching what would happen if we were turned lose in our own reality.

I frequently know what’s going to happen next in my dreams because I can hear myself thinking it up just before it happens.  Tonight, I could hear myself trying to make things at times funnier and then scarier.

Scary really isn’t fair because I know what scares me.

Aliens scare me.  I don’t allow alien dreams, usually.  I rarely see aliens, but apparently I sometimes still like to torture myself with build ups to alien stories — creepy happenings, craft sightings, industrial or government cover-ups, that sort of thing.

Eventually, I have to wake up to avoid actually dealing with aliens.

I wake up before I get out of the truck.

Seriously, there has to be some purpose to dreaming.  Perhaps we’ve just evolved to provide ourselves with the ultimate simulated environment — as entertainment or to try out ideas.

My brain is definitely calling the shots during dreams — I can hear my own voices putting together the screenplay.

One might want to consider that the reality being spoon-fed to your brain while you’re awake is a gift — a fixed set of physical laws that limit the impact that any other character can have on you, nature included.  Forced reality has a stabilizing effect and it forces most brains to constantly consider interpretations that will fit and are therefore LESS… less scary, less awesome, less fluid.

You might be prompted to consider her because you think she loves you,  but that feeling you feel is you loving her.  The one thing The Matrix cannot tell you is who you love, so you’re free to love whomever or whatever you want, and you’ll feel the same feeling.

You might think the feeling of love is about the relationship, or what you perceive as a relationship.

Or maybe it’s about expectations.  If she says she loves you back and then you expect great things, then you’re excited about those things.

Excitement is not love, but I think you can come to love excitement.

Consciously, I try to make peace with the aliens.  I rehearse in my head what I might do if I meet aliens, even violent aliens, but that’s all based on how I deal with humans.

Some humans used to make me uncomfortable.

The solution was to figure out what I’m interested in knowing about them, and asking.  It also helps to make many genuine comments about what I think about what they’re doing.

“Hey, that’s pretty cool how you do that thing.  Did you figure that out or was it part of the training?”

I’ve figured out the purpose of dreaming, but I have yet to figure out the purpose of living.

Perhaps the purpose of living is to take a rest from dreaming because dreaming is actually our training for the next life.

I’m not enjoying life.  There are fewer and fewer activities available to me that I enjoy.  There is nothing I want to accomplish besides avoiding terrible outcomes.  I’m convinced that death is not a terrible outcome.  It’s inevitable.

Perhaps I’ve broken the system.  Fear of death is a big motivation for lots of people.  🙂