Dreams and mysteries

This is my hundredth post, so I wanted to write about something slightly different to the normal things that I write about. As I was thinking what to write, I fell asleep, and in the few hours I was in the land of the dreams, I received the idea to write about a strange piece of information that was handed to me that is very important indeed.

This snippet of information features a short tale of myself, and all of my friends and family, and the reasons why we are here on the planet. It mostly concerns me, and included in the tale are some of the events (run-of-the-mill events – nothing out of the ordinary) that I have participated in throughout my lifetime, which are in fact, key areas of my life that I had to fulfill.

The tale is set out very matter of fact, and just states the events as descriptions. Nothing is quoted as being said, and the only events contained within are past events. Future events are not revealed until they happen.

The odd thing is, I’m meant to protect this document, and carry on ‘as normal’ whenever I’m with anyone else, as though the document doesn’t exist. When I’m by myself, I can review the events of my past by looking over the sentences within the document, but there is nothing I can do to see future events.

It’s obvious that this document is not real – although it was very real in my dream. The strange thing was that in my dream, I was trying to analyse the things I have done in my past, looking for greater meaning as to why the events had to happen, when in reality, they just ‘happened’. Whether they were meant to have any special meaning is not for me to say, but they all served to bring me to the person I am today.

A key part of my dream, was that others were trying to get this document from me, as if it would in some way benefit their lives to hold on to it. And this is where things get confusing. If I’m the only holder to a document that only I know exists, how come so many others are aware of it and trying to get hold of it? And how can I tell the difference between people who are interested in me and those who are only interested in this document?

Thinking over my dream, it was referring to my memories. Only I can hold on to them, and although others may be interested in my past events, only I have the perception I have of them. All of my memories are important to me, even the most trivial of them, but the dream was confusing the importance of them. The memories are there because of the events happening – and not, as my dream inferred, were there because the events were destined to happen. Although in some of the events they were destined to happen anyway.

I’m sure I’ve missed something from the dream, and if it comes back to me I’ll write about it again at a later time. It has certainly passed a couple of hours in a very interesting way for me!