Contemplating the inner world....or worlds

I often wonder why every thing sleeps.  We know that we all need rest, but what is interesting is that we do this everyday and when we can't, we become ill or off balance. So where do we go every night? For those who work at night... when you lie down to sleep, where do you go everyday?  And then too, we eventually die.... We die from this Earth World where do we go?  Everyone is born and everyone dies.  Everyone wakes and everyone sleeps... age old questions I know... Buddha asked these kinds of questions too!

And what about this dreaming that we do.... Is it a reminder that this day life is a dream too?  I think it is.... (breaking through the matrix here!)

Years ago (in my teens) I had a dream. A short film like dream. In the dream my two sisters and I were in the back seat of a car that was rolling along the freeway at quite a lovely pace... without a driver!  All was going well until the car started behaving as it would without a driver.

As the more gutsy one, (or so I thought at that time in my life) I reached over from the back seat and took the wheel and steered the car to the next exit that just magically (and conveniently) appeared.  I was able to stop the car by running into streetlight on a corner sidewalk.  The car remained in the street and no one was hit.  We three got out of the back seat and began to walk in a city.  There were stores, people walking taking care of their daily business. The scene was very real.  Suddenly a policeman came to the car and was asking some questions (most likely about the "accident") and another policeman planted some drugs in the trunk and the chase was on!

We began to run! We ran into the stores to hide because it was a no win situation (after all we saw him plant the drugs).  Soon afterwards my older sister got separated leaving only me and my younger sister still engaged in "escaping."  After a while, we ran out of the store we were in and were running as fast as we could when I began to jump with each step... with each step the jump was higher and higher and I felt a floating sensation.  Finally, I was just flying.  I flew higher and told my younger sister to fly too... and she did, although she flew a little lower than I.... I wondered what became of my older sister.... shortly after taking flight I awakened.

I remember trying to figure out the meaning of the dream.

My guess was that the freeway was the pathway we were on and we were traveling that pathway together for a while.  The city represented the kind of experience we were going to have.  The policeman and the drugs represented the challenges that we would experience. The fact that the car had no driver was that our lives during our childhood were being guided to our destination until we could take control.

It was a dream, but it was still an experience in my life. I remember the dream, so on some level it was real.

I enjoyed the "flying" feeling. What is more interesting though is to consider where all that "activity" occurred. Somewhere inside, in my inner world. Now that I am all grown up, I dismiss dreams as "unreal" but I know that inner world is a real world and worth exploring....that is what meditation if for.... getting to the real of everything.... I better get busy, sitting still!

Be well and be happy!