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The Theory of Alternative Lives in Dreams

Updated on May 21, 2016

Déjà vu? Or merely a linear occurence that has happened in another dimension in another life, where both awareness' connect? A theory of alternative lives being lived, connected through a singular conciousness.

Picture taken from informermg.com
Picture taken from informermg.com

Have you ever had a dream so convincing, that you thought it was real life?

Speechless, you are slammed back into the usual reality in which you currently reside. Plucked from a long, deep and well slept dream, you struggle to cling onto the ever fading recollection of the wonderful experiences you lived in your sleep. Eventually giving up on trying to remember the climax of the journey you travelled, you sigh and finally get out of your bed, and get ready for this world; the one that you reluctantly remember.

My own painting: "Dream"
My own painting: "Dream"

Humans have been talking about dreams for a very long time, trying to decode the mystery of our minds; but how much understanding do we really have?

We spend a third of our lives asleep and when we sleep we dream. Where do we go when we dream? Everyone dreams, only some people remember afterwards and some do not. When we sleep our brain takes a rest from the physical activities, and enters another world of some sort.

Our ancestors have been just as interested as scientists, philosophers and many other people today are. However there are different theories on why we dream, so a straight foreward answer has not been underlined.
Ancient Egyptians believed that dreams were messages sent from Gods. Their beliefs stemmed from the beliefs of Mesopotamians; people who are considered to have been the ones to document dreams for the first time. Mesopotamians lived before the Egyptians, and were what they call one of the first civilizations. All the following people who lived after the Egyptians (Like the Ancient Greek's and the Romans) also had a continuum of the same interpretation of what dreams where and why they had them.
As the empires raised then fell, each generation took with them a belief of what the previous people they conquered had. And now we have come to a halt in the modern day as there are more and more seperate belief systems than there were before.



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The Theory of Alternative Lives in Dreams

"After studying a little about quantum physics and black holes I have come with a theory explaining what a dream is.
Black holes exist all around us, they are just too small to notice.
If this is true, can it be possible that the electromagnetic signal that travels from point A to point B in our brain that carries that memory signal to be caught inside a black hole?" -Anonymous

Here is a dream that shows a possibility of different lives being lived through one conciousness.

I remember it clearly. The adventure that showed me my other life in another time/place.
We were driving to a friends and family reunion in the middle of Wales in England. It was hard to tell what year it was, but judging from the vehicle we were driving (A newly made Volkswagen Campervan 1970's make) It was in the mid 70's. Dense forrest surrounded the narrowing road that took us to the front of a lush garden that complimented a grand 3 story victorian house. By the right of the house there was a large pond and to the left, a vintage greenhouse with many untamed herbs and plants overgrowing in different directions.

As we approached the house I noticed that above the door in feint grey stone numbers it said "1898". When we entered the house we were greeted by various friends and family, and shown to the main room. Passing through the newly decorated hallway we came into the main room of the house, which was also newly renovated. Instead of staying and mingling with everyone, I decided to take myself on a tour around the house; so I took the stairs and began climbing. I noticed that they had put a lot of effort into renovating the house and the decor, all but one room that had an old oak door firmly shut. I fumbled at the knob of the door to try to open it, but it took a firm twist and pull before it would nudge open. The door creaked open in a high pitch tone and revealed a brightly lit, cream white room. The dark brown oak floor was noticably chipped and worn down from over time. It was as though this room had not been touched for a very long while. The room also had an old bed that had been covered with a white linen cover that was dusty; along with an old couch and clauset which had also been covered. I then noticed the large window onlooking the garden and forrest, and a photograph of Grandma and her lover from when she was in her youth; resting on the windowsill. I looked twice at the picture, and it gave me strong experience of Déjà vu. I knew that I had been in this room before. To the immediate right of the door to the bedroom, there was another door that led to small and narrow storage room. I peered in finding nothing substancial. As I was about to shut the door I realised that there was a small door at the bottom of the left hand side wall, as if it was built for a very small person. I tried opening it but it almost felt like it was part of the wall with no hinges. I went to the other side of the wall to see if the back of the door was there, but there was just the plain cream wall. After shrugging it all off with some made up excuse of it's existence, I firmly shut the door to the small storage room and then finally the original room door and walked back down.

After returning downstairs and getting bored of small talk with the others, I decided to ask one of my relatives why the room I went to upstairs was not newly decorated and in use. They leaned into me and in a mellow voice said: "Ever since Grandma Claire became depressed after her boyfriend went missing when she was younger, she said that she wanted to make sure that if he ever came back the room was the same as it was. It was in her will when she died." After they finished speaking they leaned back away and got distracted by food being served on the table. All of a sudden a muffled yell of a man was heard upstairs, then afterwards a following smash of glass, and then a thump. A few people heard it other than me, so I went upstairs while they went outside to see what the commotion was. As I came to the landing, the old door to the room that I just visited was wide open, and I was certain that I had shut it. I promptly walked over to look inside the room.
The large window had a huge jagged hole, as if someone had jumped through and out of it. I ran to the view of the window and underneath on the patio was a man, his head and body resting in a pool of his own blood. Looking at him from up above, I could still notice that his attire was that of an old man, as though his clothes were very old fashioned, eventhough he was in his early 30's. I wondered how he must have gotten up here, as everyone was downstairs and in the back garden and I would have seen if they went upstairs, and there are no other doors to upstairs. Dismissing the questions I turned around to go and call the ambulance on the telephone that was on the wall of the landing, but to my surprise the door to the small cabinet room was wide open also; and I was certain that I closed that door as well - I then looked inside.
The small door was open. It revealed a deep, black darkness. From the moment I looked into this darkness, it's black aura filled the dimly lit room like a thick smoke; engulfing my vision into nothing, and eventually I fainted.

When I woke up, I felt as though I was a different person entirely. I opened my eyelids to a completely different scenario to what I was in before. I was no longer in a house, but a plane. And I was no longer wearing my jeans and plain t-shirt, but a suit and tie. And I was no longer who I thought I was.
After looking at my hands and then to the person sitting next to me, the expression on my face made them look twice at me, as though I had seen a ghost. I unbuckled my seat belt and stood up, shuffled past the person next to me to get to the toilet. I just reached the middle pathway of the plain when the plane started malfunctioning and losing altitude quickly. People were in a great deal of panic, started reaching for their partners not knowing what to do. I looked to the back of the plane and stumbled there, reaching for a life support jacket in a cupboard. After putting it on half of the plane broke apart and suction was pulling me out and made me lose stability almost completely. As this happened I noticed at the very last minute a parachute that I somehow managed to secure onto me just before I fell away from the plane and into the open. I remember falling from a great height, the ground getting closer and closer. The plane crashed into the ground before me, and I deployed my parachute barely at the right time and landed in a big tree amongst a forrest. I knew what forrest it was, and it looked very very familiar.

After being noticed by a woman below, she called someone and helped me get down. Distraut and distressed she complained that she heard the plain crash from a far as she lived nearby. I was too stunned by the whole experience I wasn't able to speak a word. I made eye contact with her for a few seconds and she looked familiar. After she introduced herself as Claire I tried to tell her what my name was but I could not remember for the life of me, she thought it was an affect from the plane crash but I knew that I was not this body. She took the lead and led me back to her house through a known path through the forrest.
We reached her house, and I stood dead in my tracks, mouth wide open at the realisation that this was the house that I was in before I fainted, before all of this happened. Although the building was a different colour and looked more new, as well as the garden greenhouse and there was no pond. I did not know what to make of it, either I was at a similar house or I had travelled back in time to the exact location...
She was intent on bringing me in the house and patching me up and calling someone I know, so I followed her to the house. I noticed above the front door in stone numbers it said "1898"; I stopped in my tracks again and had a flashback to when I first read it before, but it was harder to read as it was worn down. Yep, although I was not certain what year it was, I was back in time.

It was already evening and I was invited to stay the night. Claire told me about herself, how she lived here alone after her family moved to London, so she looks after the house and land. I got lost in her words and I began forgetting the life I had left behind, forgetting who I was inside. My mind started playing back memories that I had never experienced, memories that made me feel emotion, it made me fall deeper into this new identity that I became.
That night I went through hundreds if not thousands of memories from both lives that I knew of; and it made me fall into a deep coma like sleep. I was riding a wave of lots of lucid dreams. It turns out I slept for three days straight. I remember when I woke up I was rid of all memories, I was just who I was in that moment, on that day. There was no attatched feelings that I had like before, I was living in the moment as an observer.
I am not sure how it happened exactly, but Claire fell for me, and we made love. A primitive force brought us together and time was non-existent for a very long while. But soon after however, I found myself looking into a mirror for the first time and panic took over me, and sent me into shock- because I started to remember everything. I wondered why would I get so lost like this and forget who I truly was? This was not me, this was not my time and I had to get back. I realised how I got here in the first place. I ran to the room where the little door was, opened the door and squeezed through it on my hands and knees. When I reached the other side, I heard more people downstairs and it was day time. I rushed through the door my head almost splitting from the realisation of the whole ordeal, part of me this mysterious man from the early 1900's, the other me from 1970, I couldn't take it.
I remember then a breif moment of struggle, freefall, then a release. I had commited suicide by jumping out the window.



Different Possible Reasons as to Why We Dream:

  • Simply because of random impulses - 1977: Hobson & McCarley.
    Hobson & McCarley conducted research that involved monitoring people's brain while they dream while asleep; using an EEG machine. They tracked the REM states that regularly occurred while they were sleeping. Ultimately, they used the data to produce a predictable mathematical model and concluded that dreaming is a freak physiological (physical) occurrence - rather than a psychological function.
  • Our subconcious dealing with things of the concious mind.
    Ranging from problem solving, trauma and to de-cluttering memories, we could dream to deal with problems of the concious mind or to sort out all the information we receive daily, to decipher which memories are worth keeping and letting go. By replaying a traumatic event that we might have experienced, by confronting the scenario again and forming different emotional understandings for it, it could prove to help us deal with trauma.
  • Religious and Spiritual Beliefs
    There has been similar beliefs that dreams could be the thing that connects the spiritual world with the mental, a source of communication and prediction for the future.

Do you think dreams are something deeper than just mental images?

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Maybe There are some things that we will never understand?

It seems as though that even with all the different explanations and opinional theories as to why we dream and what makes them so mysterious, we might just have found another endless question that will have many answers. Just like the questions of the human race: Why are we here? Maybe to understand everthing, would cease a meaning to being alive?

We are here, however, on the borders of a realm of mystery where we have to advance very carefully. To deny may be just as dangerous and misleading as to accept.

— Frederik van Eeden

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      Verum Occultum 16 months ago

      I have been using dreams to decipher their symbolism that are characteristic to my own entity in mind, body, spirit. In this way I incorporate the knowledge of any communication of apparent blockage or confirmation into my conscious mind. I also use dreams to create imaginary scenarios that I can then respond to consciously while in the dream state, thus further polarizing towards what is called the positive polarity. This begets a probability for practical application.

      It is to my understanding that no dream is 'random', but they are inherently intelligently designed by the deep mind whose roots are also touched by those upon the disincarnate state.

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      Annabella 16 months ago

      Thanks Jodah :D

      The dream that I described was a dream that I had not long ago and it is what inspired this entire Hub!

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      John Hansen 16 months ago from Queensland Australia

      A very interesting hub Bella. People have always been puzzled and intrigued by the meanings of our dreams and why everyone has them, some to be remembered, others not. I used to always wake after a dream and write it down. I seemed to be able to interpret my own dreams quite clearly. In recent years I rarely remember them.

      I do think dreams are a way for our subconscious to provide us with answers to problems and situations occurring in our waking lives and feel whenever possible we should take note and find the often hidden meaning. How often have you been puzzled about how to tackle a certain problem or situation. You decide to "sleep on it" so to speak, and wake up the next day with the answer clear to you? Good hub, the dream you described was intriguing.

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      Annabella 16 months ago

      Hello Jay. Thanks for stopping by.

      Yes, I believe that dreams are something very spiritual, yet, somehow I cannot put a meaning to why we dream. It is something that will always remain a mystery to me. But not having a solid reason for something so mysterious does not make me disheartened; because I still dream :)

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      Jay C OBrien 16 months ago from Houston, TX USA

      Edgar Cayce (an American Psychic) was able to obtain virtually an unlimited amount of knowledge on an unlimited number of subjects. One of these subjects was dreams and dream interpretation. Cayce was able to astound people by interpreting their dreams and giving them insight into their psyche, lives and even past lives. Cayce revealed that dreams are actually journeys into the spirit world.

      Edgar Cayce once said, "Dreams, visions, impressions, to the entity in the normal sleeping state are the presentations of the experiences necessary for the development, if the entity would apply them in the physical life. These may be taken as warnings, as advice, as conditions to be met, conditions to be viewed in a way and manner as lessons, as truths, as they are presented in the various ways and manners."

      by Kevin Williams