Dreams come in many forms and deal with many issues. One class of dreams can be called “Creation” dreams because they focus on the elusive act of creation itself. They allow us to observe and explore the connection between our thoughts and emotions in the creation of our experience. I choose the word, elusive, because it’s necessary for us to lose ourselves in our creations in order to experience them, especially waking experiences. When we stop paying attention to our surroundings in physical form, bad things happen. Think about driving a race car or chopping vegetables with a sharp knife. In physical reality we can’t let our attention stray too far before there are serious consequences.
In dreams, however, there’s room to play. Lose track of one experience and the next minute, we’re dreaming about something else. Get killed in a knife fight? No problem! Like actors in a movie, we get up and move on to the next gig. To maintain our experience, we must get lost in it. As a result of our necessary focus on waking reality, we often fail to recognize or appreciate the role our thoughts play in creating each new experience.
Through religion we tell ourselves we’re the creation of God or a Supreme Being. Through science, we tell ourselves, we’re the result of a great cosmic accident. Given the complexity of All That Is and the freedom of choice we’re able to exercise this seems insufficient. If we’re “God’s Children” shouldn’t we have some of God’s abilities, or at least consider ourselves as gods becoming? Isn’t every thought, feeling, action and reaction we entertain or express, an act of creation? Isn’t creation the process of making the unknown, known, the invisible, visible, creating order out of chaos and making sense out of nonsense?
Genesis – A Lucid Creation Dream
This dream is unique. It illustrates the power of thought and imagination when it operates unimpeded by limiting and conflicting beliefs. Athletes refer to these amazing moments as being “in the zone.”
I awoke in utter darkness, standing on dry, lifeless ground. My body was naked and human. Curious, I slowly inched forward, step by step, using my hands and feet to explore the space around me. When the toes of my right foot touched water, it felt warm and inviting. When the water was deep enough, I leaned forward and began to swim, cautiously feeling my way along with every movement. Like the soil, the water felt dead. Almost unconsciously, I wondered: where are the fish? Suddenly baby fish began nibbling curiously at my skin. Where is the light, I wondered, and dawn broke over the horizon.
As darkness turned to light, I wondered: where are the dangerous water creatures? In response, deadly looking snakes appeared, some swimming on the surface and some below. In addition, large, toothy fish flashed by as well, slowly circling closer and closer. Sensing myself in imminent danger, my next thoughts were quick and clear. I wish you no harm and I want no harm. Be at peace. And they were! In effect, my thoughts acted like the fingers of a hand turning down the volume of a too-loud radio.
Nearing the opposite shore, I wondered: where are the plants? As my thought came to completion, trees and flowering plants appeared everywhere as if they were there all along! Standing up to walk ashore, I wondered if there where any dangerous animals nearby and before this thought was complete, a ferocious, drooling Komodo Dragon appeared on top of a grassy knoll, less than thirty feet away. Worried I had turned the “danger knob” up too high once more, I quickly thought: well, why can’t this Komodo Dragon be different, why can’t it be friendly? As if my first impression had been mistaken, the dragon now appeared playful, even wagging or, to be more accurate, awkwardly swinging its long, heavy tail back and forth like a playful puppy. No longer drooling as if I was its meal, it ran to me and gamboled happily at my feet as I bent down to play with it.
(To learn more about Komodo Dragons visit: http://www.arkive.org/komodo-dragon/varanus-komodoensis/images.html)
In the dream, The Ball of Light, I had a similar experience with conscious creativity. As if I was an over-soul, I created other people in other times and places to observe how different beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations played out in their lives. By ignoring our dreams and imaginative experiences, how much self-understanding remains hidden? I remember years ago questioning myself about making the effort to remember my dreams. I thought, my God, think about all the extra work, all the sleep I’ll lose. Will it be worth it? I know it is now but I didn’t know it until I set aside time to actually do it. How important is it for you to understand the nature of your own inner self and being? Is it worth some extra effort?
Every thought we think is creative and interacts with other thoughts. When one idea is modified by others it becomes difficult to pinpoint individual thoughts as the primary source of a particular experience. When we think about the sheer number of thoughts we process every minute, say yes, no or maybe to, it’s no wonder we fail to see the connection between what we think and what we experience. With practice, however, it can be done.
To further expand our awareness, is this a good time to start asking questions like: What are we? How are we? Who are we? What is reality? What is the purpose of life? What are thoughts? Where do they come from and where do they go? What are emotions? Where do they come from and where do they go? Where does each moment come from and where does it go?
What do we see when we look at the nighttime sky? We see countless stars. Some are brighter than others while some are dim and hard to see. We also know, or take it on faith, that there are countless stars and galaxies we cannot see with the naked eye. Why is it so hard to believe that much of who and what we are, what we think and feel, lies hidden behind our definition of the waking self and waking reality? Why is it so hard to believe that much of who and what we are, what we think and feel, is connected to larger selves of which we’re both a part of, and apart from, portions of ourselves so subtle and nebulous they cannot be perceived with our outer, biological senses or contained within the limited concept of “material” reality? Like the unseen galaxies and stars of the universe, there is much more to who and what we are than we currently accept in our limited, earthbound understanding.
What do we know that we don’t know we know?
What can we do that we don’t know we can do?
Where do we begin and where do we end?
What are we trying to teach ourselves?
What do we want to learn?
Poison Oak in Waking Reality
Here’s an example of how creativity works in waking reality. You’ve undoubtedly had similar experiences in your life.
As a young kid living in Maine, I may have had poison ivy once. Until this incident, which took place in my late 30’s, I had never had poison oak. My daughter, Crystal, to this day, has never had poison ivy or poison oak. When she was two or three, we were so shocked to turn around and see her standing in the middle of a thick patch of poison ivy on an island in Casco Bay, near Portland, Maine, we took a picture of it. She didn’t get poison ivy then nor has she ever had poison ivy or poison oak since. But, for my wife and son, Sandra and Evan, it’s a different story. At this point in our lives, they were both contracting poison oak at least once a year.
As Sandra, Evan, Mork, our dog, and I hiked along Santa Rosa Creek near our home one fine Spring day, I noticed Evan and Sandra anxiously eyeballing the poison oak growing alongside the path. Observing their great concern, what did I do? I began to wonder what it must be like for them to get poison oak at least once a year. As I imagined what it must be like for them, another part of my mind was telling me that it was a big mistake for me to do that. Wouldn’t you know, the next day, Sandra and I both found poison oak rash on our forearms. Knowing that I brought it on myself, I spent the next three years mentally re-immunizing myself.
How we create our reality is a topic of frequent discussion in our house so Sandra and Evan both knew that I was busy immunizing myself against future episodes of infection from poison oak and joined me in affirming their own immunity to poison oak too. It seems to have worked because none of us have had it since. Of course, I must admit, there’s always the chance we may have gotten better at avoiding it. Whatever works and makes us happy, right? 🙂
Pete – https://realtalkworld.com
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having (creating) a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
“How you define yourself and the world around you, forms your intent, which, in turn, forms your reality.” – Seth
We create our own reality from what we choose to believe about ourselves, and the world around us, whether by intention or inattention.
If we don’t consciously choose our beliefs, we unconsciously absorb them from our surroundings.
If beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations create our reality, can we afford not to question them?
The more we love, understand and appreciate ourselves, the better we treat ourselves, and the world.
The secrets of the universe lie hidden in the shadows of your experience. Look for them!
Affirm what you believe!