Zone1 Backyard resurrection

[Robert Urbanek]

Ron was a regular member of our senior citizen’s coffee club. He carried around a portable oxygen machine for his respiratory ailment. He had become increasingly weak and recently could only make it as far as the lobby of the senior citizen’s center.

On March 8, Ron died. Three days later, I dream I am in my backyard, raking bare patches of ground to prepare for new grass seed. I see what appears to be a mound of earth, but it is actually clothing. I then observe a hand in a sleeve. I think this is a dead person and will have to call the police. My rake turns into a hoe, which I use to poke the body. The body is a live young man who wakes up. I believe he is a homeless man who had fallen asleep in my backyard. I tell him he must leave. I wake up.

Later, it occurs to me that maybe I had visited the afterlife where Ron was born again as a young man in my yard.

 

[frigidweirdo]

Ron was a regular member of our senior citizen’s coffee club. He carried around a portable oxygen machine for his respiratory ailment. He had become increasingly weak and recently could only make it as far as the lobby of the senior citizen’s center.

On March 8, Ron died. Three days later, I dream I am in my backyard, raking bare patches of ground to prepare for new grass seed. I see what appears to be a mound of earth, but it is actually clothing. I then observe a hand in a sleeve. I think this is a dead person and will have to call the police. My rake turns into a hoe, which I use to poke the body. The body is a live young man who wakes up. I believe he is a homeless man who had fallen asleep in my backyard. I tell him he must leave. I wake up.

Later, it occurs to me that maybe I had visited the afterlife where Ron was born again as a young man in my yard.

Or it was just a dream. Your brain processing different information it has, like you thinking about this person, and giving you a story, like most dreams do.

 

[Leo123]

Ron was a regular member of our senior citizen’s coffee club. He carried around a portable oxygen machine for his respiratory ailment. He had become increasingly weak and recently could only make it as far as the lobby of the senior citizen’s center.

On March 8, Ron died. Three days later, I dream I am in my backyard, raking bare patches of ground to prepare for new grass seed. I see what appears to be a mound of earth, but it is actually clothing. I then observe a hand in a sleeve. I think this is a dead person and will have to call the police. My rake turns into a hoe, which I use to poke the body. The body is a live young man who wakes up. I believe he is a homeless man who had fallen asleep in my backyard. I tell him he must leave. I wake up.

Later, it occurs to me that maybe I had visited the afterlife where Ron was born again as a young man in my yard.

Yeah, that was pretty weird. Probably stitched together from your cerebellum where unconscious, emotional thoughts are stored. Negative emotional thoughts such as death also carry more weight. This is because negativity can mean an existential threat to our life. IMO, dreams are the way our brains cope with this kind of strong experience.

 

[excalibur]

This is why dreams should not be interpreted.

 

[John Edgar Slow Horses]

Or it was just a dream. Your brain processing different information it has, like you thinking about this person, and giving you a story, like most dreams do.

That could be. We use narratives to understand our lives.

 

[frigidweirdo]

That could be. We use narratives to understand our lives.

Often we just use pure emotion, rather than logic.

I think the vast majority of people do this.

 

[Robert Urbanek]

I find people I encounter in my dreams are acting independently and are not characters of my own creation. I conclude they are beings in the spiritual realm. When you go to heaven, you don't sit on your butt all day. You become an "actor" in people's dreams. This physical world has Hollywood. The spiritual realm has "Holywood."