Gypsy Stars: March 2014

Saturday, March 15, 2014

When Dreams Come True

Greetings, Gifted Reader.

full moon dreaming...

Are you a dreamer? Can you remember your dreams? Do you analyze or write them down? Do you feel that bad dreams portend something awful coming into your future? Or, do you just attribute them to a worrisome day, or that pizza you ate for a bedtime snack? What about dreams that indicate something spectacular and wonderful is headed your way? Are they just wishful thinking, or a premonition?

Gypsy Stars thinks dreams can be all of the above. In some indigenous civilizations, it’s believed that dreams are representative of our real lives—our souls’ lives, while our waking state is where we’re really not awakened at all.

being awake...

One thing dream interpreters can agree on is that dreams are a way of connecting with our deeper consciousness. In our busy, everyday lives, we are hyperaware of things strewn in our immediate paths. The phone is ringing, someone’s playing their boombox too loud, the baby’s crying, our laptop is pinging with newly arrived emails and, watch out!, that driver in front of you just slammed on their brakes. We are so bombarded with stuff that we just aren’t connecting to us.

So, dreams do that job for us during the times where we are most quiet and attentive, while we’re asleep.

the subconscious sea...

Several nights ago, Gypsy Stars dreamt of someone she hadn’t spoken to in sixth months. Although they had enjoyed a 20-year friendship, that person (let’s call her Meg) chose to isolate herself for awhile. The dream was intense. In it, Meg was seated in a 5-star restaurant, hunched over a linen tablecloth and crying uncontrollably. Gypsy Stars was merely an observer in the dream, but she clearly understood that Meg had moved to another city (something she had long desired to do). Without speaking, Gypsy Stars asked the question, “Why?” and a voiceless reply came in the way of an understanding. Meg had moved across the country to follow a man to the city she found herself in, but he had stood her up. Upon waking, Gypsy Stars felt distraught. Why was Meg crying so hard in her dream? Why was she so upset? It had been several months since they last spoke, so Gypsy Stars immediately went to a social networking site she knew Meg logged on to frequently. There, she saw the three letters she intuitively knew she would find: RIP. It seems her friend, Meg, had passed away four days prior.