05-26-2012, 08:06 PM
Seth, in his various books, discusses parallel realities, probable realities, and possible realities; and also remarks that we visit these in dreaming. I do this from time to time, and (sometimes) am sufficiently aware in dreaming to realize when this is happening.
Last night, in one dream, I found myself in a small rural town on the Coastal Plain of South Carolina. I was standing just outside a small house. I recognized it as a house in which the owner had run, for many years, a tiny country store; he was an old acquaintance of mine, but I had not seen him for some years. I walked in without knocking and called his name. The first room immediately upon entering the house was a small antechamber with a green leather (or faux leather) couch; to the left was the larger living room, which he used as a store. It was evident that he was semi-retired, and that he had few customers now. After a while he entered the first room and greeted me cordially by name, obviously glad to see me after a long absence. He was a tall, slender white man in his 60s. We sat down on the couch and chatted for about 10 minutes, discussing mundane events and catching up on each other's life. I then stood up, said my goodbye, and walked out of the house. I looked to my right, and saw, a couple of blocks away, a water tower, with "Stone, SC" written upon it.
I then woke up, tossed and turned for a few minutes, and went back to sleep.
Immediately I was in another dream, again in a small town on the coastal plain. I was next to a small, white wood-frame house; again I entered without knocking (clearly, I had spent years here, and was familiar enough to do such a thing). Inside was a large black lady in her late 40s, accompanied by several youngsters, whom I took to be her grandchildren. She greeted me warmly by name and bade me sit down on her couch. As I had in the previous dream, we chatted for about 10 minutes about mundane events and old times while the children stood around us and smiled.
I got up to leave and walked out of the house, and the others followed me out. I asked where we were, and all of the others appeared quite surprised; one of the granddaughters pointed to a water tower nearby, and I realized, reading "Stone" on it, that I was in the same small town as before, only 2 or three blocks on the opposite side of the water tower. I then asked which county we were in. My friend appeared stunned that I would ask such a question, and cut her eyes at me, as if I were mentally unstable. "Ridgeland", she said.
Now, in this life, I lived and worked in South Carolina for 11 years. There is a town called Ridgeland, and also a county called Richland; but there is no town called "Stone". But somewhere, in some parallel or probable reality, there is a small South Carolina town called "Stone", and evidently I, in a probable reality, was a respected member of the community for many years, long enough that I can just walk into local houses without even knocking. Somewhere, in some reality, neighbors are talking, saying, "We saw Eddie today, and he was actin' really strange!"
This sort of thing happens to me fairly often.
Last night, in one dream, I found myself in a small rural town on the Coastal Plain of South Carolina. I was standing just outside a small house. I recognized it as a house in which the owner had run, for many years, a tiny country store; he was an old acquaintance of mine, but I had not seen him for some years. I walked in without knocking and called his name. The first room immediately upon entering the house was a small antechamber with a green leather (or faux leather) couch; to the left was the larger living room, which he used as a store. It was evident that he was semi-retired, and that he had few customers now. After a while he entered the first room and greeted me cordially by name, obviously glad to see me after a long absence. He was a tall, slender white man in his 60s. We sat down on the couch and chatted for about 10 minutes, discussing mundane events and catching up on each other's life. I then stood up, said my goodbye, and walked out of the house. I looked to my right, and saw, a couple of blocks away, a water tower, with "Stone, SC" written upon it.
I then woke up, tossed and turned for a few minutes, and went back to sleep.
Immediately I was in another dream, again in a small town on the coastal plain. I was next to a small, white wood-frame house; again I entered without knocking (clearly, I had spent years here, and was familiar enough to do such a thing). Inside was a large black lady in her late 40s, accompanied by several youngsters, whom I took to be her grandchildren. She greeted me warmly by name and bade me sit down on her couch. As I had in the previous dream, we chatted for about 10 minutes about mundane events and old times while the children stood around us and smiled.
I got up to leave and walked out of the house, and the others followed me out. I asked where we were, and all of the others appeared quite surprised; one of the granddaughters pointed to a water tower nearby, and I realized, reading "Stone" on it, that I was in the same small town as before, only 2 or three blocks on the opposite side of the water tower. I then asked which county we were in. My friend appeared stunned that I would ask such a question, and cut her eyes at me, as if I were mentally unstable. "Ridgeland", she said.
Now, in this life, I lived and worked in South Carolina for 11 years. There is a town called Ridgeland, and also a county called Richland; but there is no town called "Stone". But somewhere, in some parallel or probable reality, there is a small South Carolina town called "Stone", and evidently I, in a probable reality, was a respected member of the community for many years, long enough that I can just walk into local houses without even knocking. Somewhere, in some reality, neighbors are talking, saying, "We saw Eddie today, and he was actin' really strange!"
This sort of thing happens to me fairly often.
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