Out of body mind travel through dreaming

I, as many people experience very lucid dreams; between that initial wake-up; and the full awareness of my present dimension or layer of consciousness. I travel in my sleep, and have done so since birth. Sometimes in my early years, “real time” was lost to a walking dream state. As a young boy, I recall waking up in a fourth grade classroom; to the realization that I’d lost several months of class time. To say the least I had fallen a bit behind in my studies.

My parents at the time, both frustrated educators, thought me a lazy student. Others had convinced them of my exceptional intellect. The I.Q. test of the day confirmed their suspicions that I was simply board with the classroom environment. Not so, I was absent from the classroom; as my mind “tripped” through often fascinating realms.

This state is often referred to as day dreaming. In my case, more than just a casual reference.

The things that dreams are made of…

Where did my mind go in those early days of adolescence? I couldn’t tell you. While I did make it through school, outside of art, creative writing (spelling) history and music, this young student did not excel in academics. With one exception, I was a very early gifted reader and story teller.

Learning to read at a very early age would prove to be my salvation. Through reading, my imagination was fired by the adventures of Peter Pan, Tom Sawyer, science fiction writer Ray Bradbury, and the true life exploration of Oceanographer and explorer Jacques Cousteau and Kon Tiki expedition founder Thor Heyerdahl.

Reading and creative writing would be my emotional way out of a very crowded childhood. As the oldest child of 12, I would often escape into the pages of a book or periodical.

I believe that life’s adventure, both here and in parallel dimensions lay the foundation for what our mind or ‘essence’ perceives to be real or possible. In this physically unencumberest state, or dream state, our mind’s capability to perceive reality, is unlimited as to its capacity to achieve ‘expanded’ reality.

Back to the dream state..

This morning I woke out of a dream that left me exhausted. In the past, I’ve experienced a dream in which I search for lost objects. Example: And this is a reoccurring dream.

I’m walking in a vaguely familiar city. Old Bars and Restaurants, hilly treed neighborhoods of stucco row houses. Think San Francisco or Sydney in the 1970’s. In my dream, I’ve parked a school bus or converted postal van, (I appear to be living in it) and for reasons unknown to me… wander off into the city. This seems to be a reoccurring theme with variations.

Last night’s adventure.

Once again I find myself in a city or town unfamiliar to me. I’m walking down a tree-lined street on a rather pleasant day when I encounter a friendly girl child. She is sitting on a fluffy pillow, playing in the dirt with a stick; as children often do.

I kneel down to speek with the child; as she signals me to follow her. As she does so, I look to her apparent mother for an o.k. to follow, receiving a nod and a smile, I follow the little girl. Strangely, the young mother doesn’t speak.

The little girl tells me that she is having a problem with her fish tank. While this doesn’t make any immediate sense, I experience a premonition that she and her mother were left in charge of the care of the fish.

Walking across what appears to be a park, we locate a fish tank. Strange, as we gaze into the fish tank, I notice that the fish although moving, appear to be a bit odd. They resemble small monkeys or tigers sitting on tree branches; inside a tiny watery forest.

Looking down at my young charge, I assure the little girl that the tiger fish are fine; but that she may wish to change their cloudy water. I’m immediately transported back to the beginning of the dream.

The silent mother smiles, I hug the child good by, and continue to search for my missing school bus. Yes, it’s missing… and as I walk up the hill of this unfamiliar neighborhood, my wife Nancy drives by waving.

Often there is a freeway or highway crossing my path; as I search for my vehicle. Sometimes, I’ll take a short-cut through a building, only to emerge onto the street I entered the building from. I’m often misdirected by those that I ask directions from.

Strange, this marks Nancy’s first appearance in one of my adventures. Seconds later I awake minus vehicle, keys and wallet. Apparently I don’t need these things in my dream state.

I of-course can’t relocate my vehicle because the city is unknown to me. People that I encounter are generally helpful, but they too appear to not know the city..

Missing keys, wallet, money, and friends? The fear of loss, or the acknowledgement of letting go?

The meaning of this mind trip escapes me.

Any input here… from my very talented, intuitive group of readers would be much appreciated.