My Mysterious Dream - A Supernatural Experience
I am a dreamer. My dreams are almost always filled with vivid colours and sounds and have even, at times, incorporated the senses of taste and touch. Each night I look forward to the stories that unfold in my sleep. But one type of dream has me truly excited about the entities that may guide our lives. These are the dreams I call my Teaching Dreams. If I follow their guidance I find I am given answers to problems that plague my life. These dreams usually occur when I have reached an impasse and I am struggling to keep my head above water. I have told of one such dream in an article I wrote entitled: An Answered Prayer . The dream I am about to relate contained much more specific detail and information.
I dreamed that I had ordered a first edition book. It was delivered by mail and I was very excited about its arrival. I remember the scent of the brown paper it was packaged in and the feel of the twine as I unwrapped it. Curiously the book had no spine. The worn, heavy brown cover was completely free of any binding as were all the pages. I noticed faded gold lettering on the cover but could not read the title. Instinctively, I knew this book had been written by Aldous Huxley.
After carefully turning the front cover, I noticed that the paper backing which reinforced the cover was made with old newspapers. On examination I could see they were printed during the time when automobiles existed but, to me, they were very old fashioned. From this I deduced that my book was old - but not ancient. The front page was stamped with gold lettering but the name of the book was still not revealed.
After lifting and setting aside a few more pages I came to the table of contents. This page revealed several numbers. I saw that my book was a compilation of short stories and although there were many page numbers visible, only one stood out.
I could feel each part of the book as I handled it and could even smell that delicious ‘old book’ odour. The feelings associated with this dream were ones of joy and astonishment. That I could actually be the owner of this wonderful book was elating!
When I awoke, the feeling of joy lingered for days. I was also left with a longing for this dream-book. I had heard the name Aldous Huxley but wasn’t sure if he were truly an author. Because the feelings associated with my dream were not dissipating I felt a need to find out more. After doing a bit of research, I found that Mr. Huxley had indeed published many books. My next move was to visit a library.
At the library I found a whole shelf of books written by Aldous Huxley and felt a bit overwhelmed at the prospect of discovering if, indeed, my dream was trying to convey a message. I knew the volume I was searching for was a book of short stories and was able to narrow my search a little.
At this point, I must say that my mind was spinning. It is one thing to have a dream so real that it feels almost more genuine than life itself. It’s another to find yourself walking and thinking in a real-time extension of your dream life. The whole experience was surreal.
Because my dream seemed to focus on the table of contents page, I came up with a plan to search this particular page of each and every short story compilation. If I remember correctly, I looked at about five books before the number 59 stood out. This was the number that was shown to me in my dream. I saw that a story called The Green Tunnel began on page fifty-nine.
By this time I was almost trembling. I didn’t want to face the conclusion of this dream experience in the library so I checked the book out and took it home. Once there, I settled myself in a comfortable chair and, with trepidation, opened the book to the designated page.
The Green Tunnel
I began to read The Green Tunnel and found that the heroine was a young girl who was fixated on a man she could not have. Every waking moment was focused on imagining her life with him – what she would say, what he would do. She lived her life in a virtual tunnel of garden greenery along with her longing for this man. She was blind to all else that her life was offering.
I must tell you that during this time of my life I had been wrestling with a problem of the heart. I had fallen deeply for a man who had expressed through his actions that he was not available. He was a bit of a ‘bad boy’ and without doubt I knew he was not good for me but.....
For months I had tried to attract him. For months I had been rebuffed. My weeks were filled with plots and plans to change his mind. To be sure, I was not a stalker, but I was not used to being rejected. My life, at this time, had one focus.
It wasn’t long before tears were slipping down my cheeks. I saw myself clearly in this story. This was my truth and I knew I was letting the beauty of my life slip by.
This dream occurred on a summer night approximately twenty-two years ago. It’s almost as vivid to me as it was on the morning I awoke. The page number and the name of the story are as I remember them.
Who or what sent this dream? It cannot be argued that the story of The Green Tunnel was tucked somewhere in my brain, ready to come forward when needed. I know without doubt that I had not read any stories by Aldous Huxley – not even A Brave New World.
I believe this dream was given to me by my spirit guides at a time when I needed a little help. I believe that life can be lived on many levels and that we can access these levels if our senses are fully open.
This is a true story and is as accurate as it can possibly be considering the elapsed time involved. I am as amazed today as I was twenty-two years ago.
What do you believe?