“Row, row, row your boat–gently down the stream . . .
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily–life is but a dream.”
Welcome to DreamWorks–Ms_O’s blogged memories, dreams and reflections.
I’ve been dreaming myself as a human for a very long time ‘-) My first recalled dream is the memory of nascence–a freakish nightmare that recurred over and over, with diminishing frequency, into my mid-twenties. The dream was always the same and sans objects–only colors, textures, and feelings were evident. Here’s how it went:
I’m solitary and bodiless–”mind” alone–but sighted, enveloped in a motled, fluffy, peachy-pink color, unaware of “time” and feeling safe and at peace. As I float, my sweet dream gradually turns gray and my focus is drawn to the lower right of my dreamscape where a crumpled vortex is forming. This convoluted, gray, funnel-shaped wrinkling of space sucks my awareness towards it, rapidly changing my comfort to terror.
Seth says the brain (my dream’s gray-wrinkled area) is “primarily a psycho-mechanism through which consciousness operates,” and that it is nowhere large enough or sophisticated enough to contain all of the awareness that each of us is, so that only a portion of who we are can focus in physical existence. He also says the brain cannot focus awareness until it reaches an accommodating stage of development which suggests to me that the laborious event of birth may initiate when that requirement is met.
So be it.