aerie dreams: life's a beach

Sunday

life's a beach

Let's take a break: here's an uplifting picture so that you can at least imagine you are at the beach. Take a few steps in the sand.

Using your imagination is the first step in the right direction.

Carolina Beach, North Carolina USA just south of Wilmington.

Dreams, experiences and imaginings that are outside the mainstream.

This is a blog about my dreams which have been very strange.

In at least three instances I dreamed about someone's death and went to work or class the next day and found they were dead.

I dreamed about being on a work crew on Mars, planting trees. The air was barely breathable, we slept in little shacks at night and the death rate was high. One of us had dropped dead the day before and we could not reuse his parka because it had fallen into an alkaline puddle beside our hut.

Sometimes I ask a question and get my answer in a dream, for example I asked why the Soviet Union had collapsed, and received what had been to me an abruptly surprising answer; one that I should have known. I wanted to visit Mars again and was taken to a ridge where I coasted in the dark, watching the wisps of fog drift past and feeling the very deep cold.

Naturally, I have no way of knowing how many of my dreams reflect reality, except for the ones that I have evidence for. How can I tell with the others?

Some of the dreams seemed genuinely psychic; and others were literally out of this world so this is more of a memoir of my nightly excursions into the void than fantasy.

PJ

aerie dreams

Sunday

life's a beach

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