imageHere on the far side of 67, I have to report that there actually is a very cool part of aging that doesn’t seem to get much attention either in pop psychology, nor in the MSM treatment of the condition.

This all has to do with some very personal woo-woo, but is makes for a fascinating read.

It began for me back in about 1992, or so.  I was off sailing in the non-crowded areas of British Columbia, twice, when traumatic things happened to my youngest children.  In both of those events, something traumatic happened, I dreams about it, and the traumatic nature of the events became clear only when I had sailed back to Nanaimo, BC and called the ex-wife.  She related the events.

In the case of my son, it was a dream about him being dreamed in an orange jump suit.  As an old reporter, I knew that meant only one thing:  Jail.  It turned out to be the case, but I don’t remember if that was the “repel down the side of the Warwick Hotel (12 stories) or the naked streaking of the girl’s dorm at the University of Washington.  His quest for adrenaline seems sated now by working in medicine and skydiving.

The other case involved my youngest daughter.  In that one, the dream was about her appearing in a dream where she was wrapped in a green flag, and there was a black spot on the flag.  The flag was a medium green, not a dark color – more the color of traffic signal green. 

You can imagine my surprise when I called the ex and was told that the daughter has been taken to Group Health Hospital in Redmond, WA for an emergency appendectomy overnight.  Aha!  The green “flag” was a surgical sheet and the black spot?  The color of blood on a surgical sheet…

I’ve documented a lot of other such events.  Probably my most news-directed dream was the report I called “Irwin Allen’s Dream” that I posted one morning 18-hours before the Deep-water Horizon oil rig disaster.  Yet there were several key elements to the dream that fit – the fire on an oil rig, death, and a reference to Cornwall, which turned out to the simple “the wall” which is what supply boat skippers call the forest of radar images offshore.

The cool thing about aging is that I’m slowing down enough that it is becoming possible to grasp a bit more from these dreams.  I’ve made a conscious effort to just accept them and, when seems appropriate, post a few notes about them.  Otherwise, just accept and nod at the information that is delivered – whether in a dream or waking state.

I won’t bore you with all of the dream/adventures.  Although seeing detours on a road trip in a dream state, only to waken, take off driving, run into the closed road and the detours…that was a piece of work, I can assure you.

The cool thing for me has been the leaning to touch a bit of this personal woo-woo in the waking state.  I described a technique I tried out with good success in a Shreveport casino several weeks back in a recent Peoplenomics report.  Admittedly, that one involved the use of alcohol, but it wass still a very interesting “Trial” to hold.

Other times, it’s fas more subtle than having a slow machine bless you.

For example, about a week ago (Wednesday, or so) I had just finished posting a Peoplenomics report and for no reason, out of the blue, the name of this fellow named “Bruce” who I’d met on the cruise came to mind.  The feeling was strong that I should call him – although I hadn’t talked to him since the cruise in March of last year.  In fact, he hadn’t even crossed my mind.

Yet a couple of days later, come to find out through a common friend, that at exactly the moment I was thinking about him, he was having a heart attack.  He’s doing fine now, but I’m not sure why or how this connection stuff works.

It shows up in dreams in a much clearer fashion.  In the Peoplenomics report, I think I mentioned about I’d had a dream that was set on a train that stopped outside a town and people got off…and there was a lot of construction going on about.  But it wasn’t until the Thursday or Friday after that head-on train collision in Germany that the pieces began to fit together:  The construction equipment trying to clear the wreckage, were of the same “flavor” or “texture” (and color matched) to the dream I’d had a couple of days beforehand.

So the cool part of aging is what? 

I think it’s the noise floor of life, the expectations, and the preoccupying Striving has calmed down to the point where you can connect better with this whole “other way of being.”  Personal agendas, wants, desires…all that stuff adds us to soul-level noise.  The real things that matter happen at very low volume levels.  Everyone is sensitive enough to hear or see.  But it’s there’s so much other clutter of the mind that the clarity required isn’t there when young.

As you age, and as the idea that we all get off this pony-ride sinks in, you become a lot more selective about what holds your attention.  Striving and learning are great, don’t get me wrong, but there’s a need for quiet time…as measured by how long can you go without thinking of anything?  Like the weak signals from space, the man-made noise covers important things up.

Some of how “this stuff” works was included in the framework of my novel DreamOver: An Action-Adventure on the Frontiers of Reality.

At last!  We come to the point of this morning’s epistle:  I had not one, but three memorable dreams last night…and I wanted to share them all with you as they were most intriguing…and lead to a lot of interpretation.

Dream #1 involved me being at work in an airline management position.  Since I really served as a real-life airline executive and pushing airplanes around was part of what I did, the dream was at once familiar, yet not.

There was a planning problem being dealt with.  I was looking at a map of the U.S. and l9ooking at an aircraft routing problem.  A company plane had taken off on the West Coast (somewhere like San Francisco, although the specific point of origin wasn’t absolutely clear…it might have been Sacramento, but it was in that area generally – northern California.

The plane was headed to somewhere in the Midwest – It might have been Columbus, but more like it was bound for somewhere south of that.  But what happened next was odd.  The plane didn’t landing at its destination (Nashville, or so?) but instead circled up to the north, halfway to the Great Lakes, and then looped back, on its original course and headed back west again.  But it didn’t make it.  The flight terminated once it was turned around in this extended loop and back to (roughly) it’s original course.

OK – I have no idea what that dream was about, but it was interesting as hell.  We will, it goes without staying, be listening for reports of airplanes turning back toward their original point of departure!

Dream #2 was short and to the point:  It was about how we humans have really screwed up our plumbing.  Not like in the TG stuff…no, this was about the actual plumbing.

There was a simple message to the dream:  We should have the on/off controls for not only hand basins, but also toilets, built into the floor so you can simply step on the controls rather than use your hands and come in contact with other surfaces.  There was a reminder to always use public wash-basins like doctors and nurses do. Leave the water running, dry your hands with the paper towels, then use the paper towel as “insulation from germs” as you turn off the water and use the towel to open the door, too.  Then make the “three-pointer” into the garbage with the towel.

It is somehow an important thing to do, but not yet – this has something to do with a coming disease..

imageDream #3 was the strangest of all:  In this one, I was a bus driver persona and I had taken a bus loaded with kids (about 20, or so) to a school or university on the weekend.  I wasn’t supposed to be driving the bus – someone else was.

After stopping in the city (generic big city), the bus went up over a bridge and down onto an island off to the side of the city.  There was some kind of tourism function to this island.  The bridge was a high one and there was some current running under the bridge and I got the idea of diurnal tides causing a very slight “bowl” under the bridge.

I was also aware that one of the children on the bus was afraid of heights and was particularly worried when there was water coming over the top of the bridge onto the roadway.  But it turned out that it was a water department opening up valves to purge water from pipes that service the island the bus was going to.

Here’s an odd part:  I got the distinct impression of what film makers would call a “jump cut” and the strong awareness from some visual cues that this happened before a Wednesday night.

As the bus driving persona (who had a slightly checkered past – not quite a carney type, but someone who would have been a hood or rink in high school) I stopped to help someone with a yellow car.  Opening the hood, I noticed that there was some spilled oil in the engine compartment, but there wasn’t (this is the weird clue here) any room for an alligator.

All this has me thinking that the event with the school/rental bus and the kids will happen somewhere along the Intercoastal where there is a bridge, a bit of current running, and water running on the bridge deck from water pursing on the way to a tourism terminal on this island.

Serious Woo, Huh?

I’m not sure what to make of any of this – if anything – because there’s no real news angle to any of these items, at least in the dreams.  Just frameworks around which a future might condense.

Still, there was stranger things out there, I suppose (though none come to mind at the moment).

The One Thing behind all of these is that I can sense a media of some kind.  It’s the animation force behind all things and it is in the appreciation of this animating force developed as we age and become more open to it, that we are allowed to have larger and larger slices of the pie.

I won’t call it the “Big G” because it is not specifically personal as it is a flowing stream of everything contained in reality; the atoms that make up dreams is awkward, but it’s the sense of it.  And all the dispersed atoms constitute a great plan, design, or super-consciousness…call it what you will.

That it’s always there, flowing in life, flowing in dreams, and so on is indeed a humbling thing to behold.  If there is a “practice” to be learned from it, it’s that we have only to see this fabric behind it all and go with that flow whether in life in waking moments, or in these iMax-like dreams.

The one point from this morning’s note, is that once you have had some number of these powerful dreams-that-hold clues of the future, you will come to trust it.  As this happens, the fear of Death just sort of fades away  and the reconnection with the Flow of things both now and in dreams becomes a very high priority item.  It’s like rejoining a River you’ve been cut off from.

You can’t jump into it, nor can you pray into it (at least as most people practice prayer – which is advanced begging).  It’s more like a thankful beholding, an acknowledgement, a “thy flow be done” and a sit back and enjoy the ride…the River is always there for you.  There are elements of gratitude, surrender…hard to pick the words, sometimes.

But that, as the headline today suggests, is the really cool part about aging.  It’s like going to the movies at night, living briefly in a couple of other lives, and then popping back to “this side.”

Tomorrow, back to the more practical side of living – but this morning seemed exceptional  (three memorable dreams) and worth passing along.


Dream #3 Update

imageFound it!  Yellow bus, bridges, tourism link, water…whole thing.

Turns out, about the time of Dream #3 there was a bus accident going on in South Melbourne, Australia.

Notice the water aspect?  These images are from and their mapping tools…

Directional indications seem rotated 90-degrees counter clockwise from the dream.

imageWhole story here…  Tourism stuff nearby and all.  Not the red mark, but near there and very close to the convention and exhibition center!  Nice one, huh?  Don’t even have to wake up to catch the news anymore.

About the Alligators and the Florida part?  Well, the bus accident was in Melbourne Australia and down in the dream state that rolls into Melbourne Florida!  Where yes, there are Alligators so the Florida reference was just how dreams are not perfectly in focus.

Is that cool, or what?

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