I am spending some time with a spiritually awakened family at their home in the mountains, aware that I am dreaming. After a lengthy visit, with several scenes, I “wake up” in the dream to find I am still at their house! It is high in the mountains, and there is still a little snow at this time of year. The air is wonderful; cool, crisp and full of oxygen. I think I could come to love this climate.
I can’t get over my amazement about waking up and still being in the place of the dream. I say to the man of the house, “Last night, I dreamed I was here with you, and this morning, I woke up here!” My attempt to engage him in conversation fails. I try again and he ignores me. I persist, and he says, “Forget about it.” I insist on the question, and he finally says something which indicates that I ought to be less focused on my amazement and more focused on being here. He seems a little impatient with me. I immediately break off my questioning, embarrassed that I forgot again, saying something like, “Of course!” As if to counterbalance his abruptness, the woman gives me a sweet smile and says, “This is a very high place.” I know she has used “High” in the metaphysical sense, like exalted.
I look out at the view, and it is indeed high in the physical sense as well, right up in some mountain peaks. I am startled to see blue and red rocks dotting the white snow, then see they are part of an american flag design that encompasses the nearby cirque. I find myself wishing the landscape could have been left alone, as I am not proud of my country’s behavior these days, and I marvel that this house of spirit exists so near to the patriotic imagery.
Then, feeling ready to go home, I am attempting to round up my stuff when I discover another amazement: In a VW bus outside, there are things of mine from another time. I have been here before! I am thinking I am very far from home, and wondering how I will get back. (I am completely sure that I am awake somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.) It occurs to me that, if I ask, maybe God will help me, and at that instant, I wake up in my bed at home: The simple act of awakening now feels miraculous.
Gary,
I think you are multidimensional tripping, and confusing it with the physics of this dimension. You are aware of that, judging by the man’s attempts to ignore your amazement, and then realizing that you have been there before. The trick, I have found, is to pull back the curtain and assume consciousness of the environment we’ve awakened into.
You are hitting some “HIGH” places (the all caps was a ‘mistake’ which I decided to leave). Try to weave your vision for your dream home and community into your travels and see what kind of help arrives, or how you are inspired and the two dimensions blend to open up your new home. I think you said it when you said you needed to be “present” wherever you find yourself.
I will also practice what I preach and report back to you.
Thanks for your help.