I was barricaded in my glass home, and could see a masked gunman getting out of his car walking towards me. Somehow I knew who he was and why I was his target. I ran to the back of the house and handed my two year old son to a neighbour and watched as he was dragged away kicking and screaming with his arms reaching out to me. My heart shattered, for I knew this would be the last time I saw him. My body was overwhelmed in a sense of panic; I could feel my heart rate racing and my breaths getting shorter.
Suddenly I wake up.
It was a dream.
For a brief instance, I did believe it all. I had a son who I loved and a gunman who I feared. They were all real at the time. Everything that I base myself on to define reality was involved in this illusion. My senses wronged me, my memory failed me and my common sense was outright absent.
I realized all this when I woke up. Or else, I’d still believe it.
So what tells me that I’m not dreaming right now?
Who’s to say that right now is nothing but an illusion?
Quantum physics theorists state that matter as we know it does not exist. They compare “matter” to a hologram. According to them, a difference in vibrational frequencies is what differs the visible from the invisible, or the tangible from the intangible.
So basically, it is all an illusion. Kind of like my dream.
Real for now … until something else is reality.
Perhaps when we die, we wake up from this illusion into another dimension of reality, just like I woke up from my dream, back into this life.
My dream was my reality, while my reality was right there…sleeping. My dream and my life were both real, at the same time, in the same place, but in different dimensions.
Life is the same. The reality we seek is present, at all times. Except for now, this dimension is the one we perceive as our reality.
Heaven is here.
Hell is here.
Don’t worry so much. Just ride the wave. Someday, we’re going to wake up from this, and realize we had nothing to fear all along.
Perhaps, if someone had told me I was dreaming, while I was dreaming, I would’ve realized that whatever was happening was a creation of my subconscious mind. Perhaps, if I were aware that I was dreaming within the dream, I could focus, concentrate on my inner self and communicate with my real self. Basically just think to myself. Perhaps, if I realized that I, the I that I am, who is sleeping and dreaming of a glass house, a gunman and a son, perhaps I, could’ve changed the outcome of the dream.
Perhaps if I were conscious, I would have more control.
If life is an illusion, as these physicists claim, if life is a vibrational frequency, a reality within a parallel universe…then to me, it sounds exactly like a dream.
So how do I take control of this dream? Can I take control of this life?
Is the power of consciousness real? Is the power of the mindset real? How about the power of attraction?
This is where I am now, testing all this out, within myself.
I’ll let you know what happens…you know I always do.