Last night I had the most incredible "dream" experience ever in my life.
I had a long detailed dream of having a day at Bill Gates house in Washington. I recently read an article detailing the construction of his home and I am sure that was what triggered the dream. Last night after watching "An Inconvenient Truth" with my good friend Jenifer Hood we talked a bit about Bill Gates house as well.
So the stage was set for a dream I will never forget.
Aside. Much of my philosophy and spiritual growth has involved an intellectual understanding of the fact that all life is really an illusion our souls create for our own growth. As discussed in some of my earlier posts - this creating our own "reality" is a recurring theme. I have also done much study and practice of "lucid dreaming" which is a method for recognizing when you are dreaming by using set reference points. If you are interested, Google "lucid dreaming" you should find much info on it.
Back to the "dream". It started with my being greeted at the door by a cordial servant. He welcomed me and told me that Bill would be down in a minute to give me a tour. I was quite excited as there are no pictures of the inside of Bill Gates house, that I can find. He is understandably very protective of his privacy.
The butler took me to the part of the house that is adjacent to the boat dock. The views were spectacular I was enjoying the wonderful timber filled interior and looking with awe at the grand staircase when it hit me like a brick. There is no logical reason I should be here. I don't know Bill Gates personally.
I went to my training in "lucid dreaming". I saw the flaw in logic and proclaimed to myself "THIS MUST BE A DREAM".
But it was so real. I could smell the smells of the food cooking in the kitchen. I could feel the warmth of the sunlight shining through the huge windows and hitting my arms. I could feel every part of my body actually being there - down to the texture of the wood floor beneath my feet as I walked.
But I knew this had to be a dream. There was absolutely no reason for Bill Gates to be giving me a tour of his home.
So I set out to prove to myself that it was indeed a dream.
You know the expression "pinch yourself to make sure you aren't dreaming"? Well I thought of that and pinched myself hard. Know what, it hurt like Hell. Ouch - that was no fun.
So I asked the servant to bring me a cold glass of water. I figured that drinking water just wouldn't feel the same or "normal" if I was dreaming. The glass felt smooth and luxurious - real crystal. The water tasted wonderful., my throat felt just like it always does when I swallow and the ice cubes hurt my teeth a bit - like they always do.
Now I was seriously wondering if I WAS dreaming. Usually when I come to any sort of realization I am dreaming I wake up immediately. But I wasn't waking up - as a matter of fact the "dream" was just starting!
I thanked the servant for the glass of water and strolled out the huge doors to the dock out by the lake. I felt the cold wind off the lake, smelled a bit of the ocean and rubbed my hands along the wood guard rails. Yep, everything was exactly like it was in my everyday reality.
I still had this nagging feeling that I must be dreaming. Unfortunately everything I did to prove to myself it was a dream backfired and simply proved I was not dreaming.
A security guard came up to me and said Bill was ready to see me. He asked if would I please go inside.
I stepped back into the house, and Bill came up and gave me a friendly greeting and thanked me for accepting his invitation.
Still I looked to prove to myself this was a dream. I became hyper aware of my body, the way my throat vibrated when I spoke, the way my calves felt when I walked up the stairs, the smell of Bills cologne, the smell of foods in the distance, the small temperature changes as we walked through the various rooms.
Absolutely nothing was different than normal. I was now losing the thought it was a dream. Everything I experienced on every level told me I was actually there.
Bill showed me his bedroom, which was behind a large electric security wall. It was way more modest than I would have expected and I commented that when folks asked me I would be able to tell them that Bill Gates lived a lot like most folks. Not pretentious or extravagant, a simple bedroom aside from the electric security wall.
We talked about wealth and laughed quite a bit. Back down the stairs we went.
He asked if I was hungry and I declined and we went back out to the dock. I was still monitoring my "physical" experience for clues I was dreaming. But nothing in the house, the small details of the environment or in my body was any different than what I experience every day. Even the sequence of events, the speed of walking, everything was logical and real.
Still, I still could not get rid of this tiny voice challenging me to prove I was dreaming. Problem was, I tried everything and it all simply solidified the perception of absolute reality.
So I came to the conclusion that I was not dreaming. I was actually at the mansion.
All of the sudden I felt my cat, Frankie, rubbing my leg. He does this to wake me up. I slipped from the "dream" I was having to the "dream" I call my everyday reality.
Yep I was now in bed in my Westfir house! So I WAS dreaming...or am I dreaming now?
Most dreams I have fade away in minutes, but not this one. The fact I was constantly trying to prove it was a dream while experiencing it, really cemented all my memories. Here it is 6 hours later and I remember every detail. Just as if I was actually there!
This dream was an incredible gift. It has shown me the true nature of what we call reality versus what we think we are dreaming.
How can I prove that what I am doing right now, typing this story, is not a dream? It feels completely real. I can feel my fingers hitting the keys, I can taste and feel the hummus and rice crackers I am munching for lunch, I can see light snow falling outside.
But then again, I could feel the glass, taste the water, see the lake and crunch the ice cubes at Bill Gates mansion just 6 hours ago ....
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