Cornucopias Filled With All Realities

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Edgar Allan Poe, the American writer, poet, editor and literary critic wrote that thought. Our physical life is divided into two very distinct realities. One of them we call real life, and the other we call dreams. We put a lot of effort into our wakeful reality, but our dream reality requires no effort. In order to experience dreams we move our consciousness to another functioning reality. In our dream reality, we experience a world filled with mental enzymes that are not contained in time. We sense the self as it is or will be, but it always remains the same. The self in dreams never dies it just wakes up.

Our awareness in dreams is not governed by rules and structure. Awareness is alive without boundaries, and it expands without regret. Our physical awareness expands as we experience each tick of the clock. We focus on the clock instead of our awareness, and that creates the means to the end we expect but try to avoid. In dreams, there is no end, no clock and no expectations. There is only awareness of other realities that do not conform to our physical expectations.

We enter different dreams each night. Each one a life. Each one filled with awareness. We give ourselves a taste of our world after death and wonder why. Then, we wonder why not. Dreams, like death, is much more than one reality. Dreams and death are cornucopias filled with all realities.