Meeting Myself In A Dream

Ever have those dreams that you just know are more significant than others? I have those a lot. I also have the dreams that are just pure craziness where elephants can talk and the grass is purple. But this was one of those significant dreams. In this dream, I encountered myself from in another form. Another time. Another body. Another life. Unless you’ve had this experience, it’s really difficult to describe the certainty of what’s actually happened, but the certainty is there. I’m one of those people who thinks the phrase, “you only live once!” is just ridiculous. You don’t just live once. You live over and over and over again. Having the experiences and learning the lessons that you need to, just in a different shell and a different place and a different time. And sometimes, you get a chance to peer into that world. I did, anyway. Some meditation before bedtime paved the way for this experience after I drifted off to sleep.

I walked into a large mansion, possibly a castle. I didn’t see the exterior, just the large double doors opening and welcoming me to walk through them. So I did. As I stepped inside, I found myself perplexed about where I was and exactly what I was doing there. But the draw to keep moving forward was strong. Somehow, I knew I needed to be there.

I found myself taking detailed mental notes of my surroundings looking for some clue as to the purpose of my presence here. I noticed right away in the foyer that the only light in this structure was the sunlight creeping in through the windows. I felt directed to move into a room on the right where I found a dining hall of royal proportions. Looking up, the ceiling was at least three stories high. The windows were narrow and in excess of twenty feet high. Looking straight ahead of me, I saw a lengthy dining table with many prodigious wooden chairs. Just past the table was a vast fireplace with ornate carvings in the wood all around. And a single adorned chair with a crimson red cushion, seeming out of place next to the empty fireplace. An enormous mirror was hanging above. In fact, there were several mirrors hanging about the room as I looked around.

I began to feel nervous. Still wondering why I was here. And why I was alone. Then I realized that I could only look to my right side. Whenever I looked to my left, everything faded away into pitch black. This was incredibly disconcerting to me and elevated my level of anxiety. I felt hobbled in some way and felt the need to continuously turn to my right as to be aware of my surroundings at all times. I’m sure I looked quite silly spinning about the room.

I stopped circling myself when I became aware of a team, of what looked like moving men, coming in from the opposite side of the room. They were wearing uniforms of some sort, including gloves and carrying an over-sized mirror toward me. Yet not one of them seemed aware of my presence. I watched them intently as they, with great focus, moved toward me and eventually placed the mirror on the floor next to me, leaning it against the wall. When their mission was accomplished, they walked past me, without one bit of acknowledgement, and proceeded out the door I entered.

I was suddenly very interested in this mirror placed beside me. It seemed like a normal mirror. Enormous, but normal. It was not decorated like everything else in the room. In fact, it had no frame at all. Just a giant piece of reflective glass. Why was it placed here? For me?

I reached out to touch it and when I did, I was startled to find my hand went right through it. The “glass” rippled like water. I pulled my hand out and the mirror returned to it’s original state. I looked down at my hands to find I couldn’t see them. Almost instinctively, I held them up to my right side, because I figured I could see everything else only to the right, maybe this would rememdy the disappearing hands…turns out the only way I could view my hands was on the other side of the mirror. I was baffled by this and transfered my hands in and out of the mirror, expecting at some point when I pulled them out, I would be able to see them again. Never happened.

This would have gone on indefinitely I suppose, but my attention was attracted by something else across the room. In that single adorned chair with the red cushion by the fireplace, there was now a woman lounging with her legs thrown over the side and her head resting on her hand across the other. I stared at her for a few moments taking all the mental notes I could. She was about as different from me as you can get. She was a black woman, perhaps ten years younger than myself dressed in a pink professional skirt suit with a pillbox hat to complete the look. Perhaps the outfit was to let me know she was from the early 1960’s. I mean, if she showed up naked or in a flowing white robe, I’d have no cues to place her, eh?

I suspect she was aware of my note taking and when she felt I had had ample time to process the details, she locked eyes with me. Suddenly, she was standing in front of me. She didn’t arrive there by standard means, mind you, but didn’t just appear there either. She rapidly floated over to me. Seriously, it was a fraction of a second.

We were then standing eye to eye. Then I realized who she was.

She was me.

Or I was her. Huh?

Who’s experience was this? Did she show up for me, or did I show up for her?

Wait…it hit me. We were the same. There was suddenly no difference between the two of us. There was no longer two of us. When the revelation hit me, the room around us began to spin like something from The Matrix. For a brief moment, we shared a consciousness.

No words were spoken. The moment was over. I woke up.

I still have many questions surrounding this encounter. Such as, why? What did I take away from this experience? Did I give her something? Why that moment in my journey, this time around, was I given the opportunity to come face to face with myself on a completely different journey? Am I supposed to do something with this?

There is one thing I carry with me from this experience:

The certainty of my soul living life more than once was solidified for me that evening while my body slept and my soul had one of it’s many adventures.