I wish there were definitive answers to what our dreams really mean. For the most part I feel like they’re nonsense, a jumble of things you may have given a passing thought to, or something you watched on television and forgot about. But sometimes I feel like there’s a lot more to it than we’ll ever know.
I’m usually not very involved with psychics, paranormal activities (although, I love watching shows about it, because it creeps me out, even though I don’t really believe in it), or pretty much anything to do with heaven/hell/spirits/reincarnation. But I’ve had one single experience in my life that made me wonder…
When my sister and I were younger we both woke up one morning talking about this dream that we had. The more we talked the more we realized all the similarities between our dreams. Both of us dreamt that we were in a train station in the 1800’s, both were in our 20’s, both wearing the proper attire that a woman in her 20’s would have been wearing back then. We basically had the same dream, but from different perspectives. More like a memory, hers from her perspective, mine from my own. I remember in the dream my sister was leaving me, and in my sisters dream she was boarding a train and her sister was there to see her off. Her dream ended with her leaving on the passenger train, mine with me leaving the train station. But I kind of floated up over the train station and had a birds eye view of her train as it was leaving.
That is the only thing that I’ve personally experience in my life that’s made me wonder if there is such a thing as reincarnation, and if so what are the chances that your current family was also your family in your previous life? Would our memories from our past life come through to us in dreams?
I do believe that we have the ability to control what we dream about, although I think it’s mostly subconscious. For example, so many people claim to see a tunnel with a light at the end when they’re experiencing near death, but I believe (and believe me, I’m no expert) that’s what they’ve trained their brain to expect, so they do see it. Or maybe they didn’t even see it, but have convinced themselves that they had. Or, on a more simple scale, sometimes if I’m talking about something right before going to sleep I will dream about that, but anytime I’ve ever spent time thinking about something before bed because I’ve wanted to dream about it, it hasn’t worked.
I guess I should end this here, because this is a topic I can ramble on for a very long time about, shooting off different idea or possibilities for what could mean what. It’s strange though that this does fascinate me, but I don’t ever look into what my dreams mean because I think all the interpreters out there, be it people or books, are just full of crap. I don’t think a dream can be properly interpreted, if it can be interpreted at all, without truly knowing the person who is having the dream. Not just knowing them in the way that we know our families and friends, but really knowing every single thing there is to know about that person, every single thought they‘ve ever had, every single thing they’ve ever experienced, and I don’t think it’s possible for anyone, after any length of time, to know another person that well.