What You Don't Know About Your Dreams Can Change Everything

What if someone told you that when you put your head on your pillow at night, and closed your eyes, drifting off into dreamland, that odds were pretty good you would return in the morning with details from your future? They might be hard to decipher, and even seem bizarre or just make no sense. You would likely brush it off, continue waking up and prepare yourself for your day. That is the norm for western culture. Nobody talks about our dreams, and many discard them completely with "I never remember my dreams."

By the age of ten I was keeping a diary fairly consistently, and my military family was moving almost every year, and the diary for me was a touch stone to where I had been, and friends I had lost (so to speak). By the time I was 15 I had recorded my first precognitive dream. When I was married and in my thirties and struggling with my marriage and an impending international move I did not feel ready for, the floodgates opened and I experienced many mysterious spiritual events and precognitive dreams. I was instructed to write it down. More than eight years later I had fourteen journals with dozens and dozens of precognitive dreams.

Somehow despite this evidence, the proof still did not resonate with me on the deepest level. I took it for granted in some way. Some dreams came true the same day, a week, a month or a year. I was impressed, but didn't know what to make of it or the mechanism that delivered it to me.

Then last year a friend started a chain reaction, which lead to my unpacking boxes in the garage to find my journals, and spend three days reviewing them. I came to journal number 12, and on the first page was a dream about a friend who was staying at my house, whom I had only known for six months. This dream was seventeen years before! This was one of the biggest moments of realization in my life. There were other dreams in that time frame as well. My next door neighbor who I had lived next to for 19 years at that point. I had dreamed of the mother driving a red volkswagen bug. At the time of the dream, she had three children. The youngest was two years old. When the two year old turned sixteen, they bought her a red volkswagen bug. This car sits out in front of my house every day.

After publishing my book Sleeping With Spirit last year, I have talked with many other people who have experienced similar events.

This is something that nobody talks about. There have been many authors trying to shed light on this subject, and yet it goes under the radar. Yet this is a part of nature, as much as a tree growing out of the ground. Our dream life is multi dimensional, and we can experience a variety of things. It seems that we spend much time working out potential realities, or processing events we have experienced, and sorting out what experiences we would like to have in the future. But somehow all of this is happening simultaneously, which is a lot to wrap our brains around. I know I certainly struggle with that concept.

But the fact remains that much more goes on in our sleep than most of us have any idea. I do not claim to have all the answers. In fact, it has just given me more questions. But I am finally certain beyond a reason of a doubt that there is much more to reality than we have any idea.

And I look forward to seeing the developments in this area. This can change your world view, and who knows where that might lead.