I want to talk about dreams right now. I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately, even when I nap I’ve been remembering vivid dreams from those short periods of sleep. They are so interesting, what are they supposed to signify and why do we dream about the things we do? Is there any credence to our dreams? I believe they are memories from our subconscious playing out in our minds, depicting to us truths in the form of symbols that we attach feelings to, and the only time we have time to think about them, or at least realize that we are thinking about them is when we sleep.
But why do we think about them in the first place, and why do they represent themselves so strangely sometimes, in fact most of the time? Dreams can be really strange, for example, I dreamt a couple of nights ago that I was trying to get into my home, and there was a giant griffin flying around outside. There was a fire truck in the drive way and the firemen were asking me questions about the griffin. Now, what on earth are those things supposed to mean if anything? I suppose that dreams are so sporadic, strange, confusing, and often times just plain weird that we just have them and think to ourselves that we can’t possibly understand them or that they can’t possibly mean anything, and maybe sometimes they don’t mean anything and are just random firings of electrical patterns just shooting around in our head because we watched Harry Potter the night before. (I haven’t watch Harry Potter recently, that was just an example) But, and I say but what of dreams that you think are significant, and what of dreams that aren’t confusing and very straight forward in how you interpret them? Can you learn things from your dreams? Ah, there is the question. I want to talk about this in a specific way, but it is difficult because of so many other things that one reading this might suggest I have missed in my thought process. I fully incorporate the idea of Heavenly inspiration when it comes to what we can learn from our dreams, but just follow me on this way of thinking for the time being and then I will address other aspects of this thing. The question I asked was, how can you possibly learn things from your dreams if your dreams are already coming out of your brain? How can you teach yourself something? It’s almost like our brains already, inherently have rooms filled with the very secrets of the universe, but it’s not until we wonder and ask and have passionate feelings for them that the keys are given us to unlock those doors of understanding. It’s just that I think for the most past unless physical things of such great degree happen upon our bodies we never really reach for those depths of understanding. When we dream, I think it is a possibility that our brains are trying to show us things. It is so funny to me to think about this because how is it possible for us, you and I, the thing that is you, the observer of the outside world show yourself something that you don’t already know. Now follow me on this for a bit. You know how to write and speak English because you learned it when you were growing up, but what does English mean to our brains? We only speak it to each other so as to communicate one with another here and now about physical matters that surround us all day long. But there is a language beyond the language we speak with our mouths. There is the language of the universe. The letters and words you use to describe something for someone else are only symbols. Understand this, everything, I mean everything we see is a symbol literally, a tree, the stars, a telephone, a window, a car, those things are all letters that make up something of significance to our psyche, and I think that this is the language our brain speaks, and when we dream this is how it communicates to us. I think we get caught up in trying to interpret or translate our dreams into our native language when in reality doing that is like downgrading the original meaning of the symbols that we have powerful feelings already attached to. I mean by that, that reading the words “I climbed Mt. Everest” symbolizes what to you? Reading that tells you that whoever wrote those words probably climbed Mt. Everest but other than knowing that, what does that mean to you? It doesn’t mean anything other than those letters and words that make up the statement. But to someone who has actually climbed Mt. Everest, seeing those words brings up feelings, passions, and emotions in that person that cannot possibly be described or portrayed or felt with words, because those words didn’t conjure up those incredible feelings in you as it did the person who actually climbed the mountain. We can try to attach words to match what those feelings feel like but truly they will never match the meaning of the feelings themselves. You can write the word “love” but truly the word itself can never give the same feeling or idea of what that means to everyone equally, because everyone’s experiences are not equal.
But still what is this thing? How can we learn from nothing other than what is us already? It is a paradox I say and I stand by that, that the greatest thing that we can learn is that we haven’t learned anything, which is something, which only continues to go on into the eternities. It is infinite, as the depths of our souls are infinite and continue always and forever never ceasing to exist. We learn from other people, we learn from experience, but how can I learn something from a person who’s learned something from another person. Who learned it first? Before the world was did I know that fire was hot? Did I even have an understanding that there was a thing called fire? Now we can go into God and how we are inspired by heavenly beings but God was once as we were, so how on earth did he become a God? He is God because He has intelligence, and the infinite depths of his being is filled with that intelligence to the ends of eternity. Our depths are no less infinite than His are, we are simply at a place where we are trying to fill those depths with true intelligence. Who taught God to be God? Where did it begin? The beginning of anything that ever was, was when? There was not a beginning to existence because that means there had to have been a time when there wasn’t an existence, when nothing, no intelligence, no light, no darkness, no goodness, no matter ever was. Everything has always been, just simply in different states of existence, even us. Now I’m getting a little strange here but just hear me out and maybe this is just my odd brain thinking but the only way that makes sense to me about how to think about this concept is that everything is infinite, what does that mean? That means that life is a paradox, everything we learn is a paradox that comes back to its self in time. It means that we never really learn anything other than what we already know, and it is not so much the things we know, but rather what we do with what we do know. That is what intelligence is, intelligence is not simply knowing things, but it is obedience to the things that we do know. when we are obedient to something we know is true they say knew truths are given us to abide by, but what if they are not just given us, what if we already had those truths but the veil over our mind becomes less prevalent so we can grasp onto what was already there more easily. This life and the veil is the only way that we could learn how to be obedient. We do learn, but not the truths of the universe because we already have them, but rather we learn how to be obedient through our choices, and based upon our choices with the understanding that is allowed to us at this time we can either become less intelligent or more intelligent, because of our obedience to what we remember is true.
The scriptures are full of this funny paradox, the last shall be first, the weakest shall be the greatest, and God is the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. How is it possible to be the beginning and the end if there is no beginning or end? I wrote a whole bunch of pages on this thing awhile ago which I titled The Penrose Steps of the Gospel. And the Gospel is the only true Paradox there is and everything else is nothing other than an illusion that only tries to get us to believe it will bring us to salvation. A good simile of this is the accounts of the plagues of Egypt. The true power was given to Moses and Aaron, but Pharaoh’s sorcerers mimicked some of the plagues with illusions that when you follow them you eventually fall off the end of the steps, (or get your whole army wiped out by water) that you thought were connected because it only looked like they were. But if you follow Moses’ true power then you don’t fall off the end of the steps but rather you continue to walk in an eternal staircase of progression yet it is one eternal round but it progresses forward. The gospel is the only true paradox there is, everything else is an illusion. It is so difficult to describe the way that I see this in words but it is clear to me how I see it whether it be true or not but it think it is for now.
Goodbye for now friends, oh, yeah, what does a griffin, trying to get into your home, a fire truck, and the firemen asking you about the griffin symbolize to you? You could have had the exact same dream but interpreted what you saw in the dream completely different then how I did. Like the griffin might have been a large eagle instead of a griffin, or the fire truck was actually a red school bus, or any other thing like that.
Well, friends, goodnight and goodbye. It is time for sleep.
