Remarkable Coincidences, Remote Dreams by Debra Dixon

Posted on March 5, 2008 in All, » Tibetan Dream Yoga | 1 comment

Having never heard of the Oneironauticum and before receiving the invitation through her dream group to participate, Debra, who lives in Adelaide, South Australia, awoke from the following dream on Saturday morning:

I was in a car that stopped to pick up more people. We all got out. I saw every one get back onto the car. I didn’t want to get back in because it was now too crowded. Adults were in the front cabin. Three or so (~8 to 15 year old) children were sitting (on their bums with there knees up) close together in a peculiar little cabin at the back of the vehicle.

The vehicle moved off. I sadly watched it go away without me. I wondered if I could catch a bus to where ever the vehicle was going. But I didn’t know the number of the bus and I even if I did I didn’t know where to catch the bus. I felt sad that I was missing out of being where these people were going.

Next I was there. I was in a small wooden church hall. I guess there were about 50 people there sitting on chairs. I was feeling, happy and privileged to be among them. There was a monk in a brown robe sitting on the floor of a slightly raised stage. He began asking the audience how they got here. I think others had given an answer then I called out to him and said “that lady over there is my mum and she did all the work to get me enrolled to be here. {My mum was a spiritual hippy, in the mid 70’s until she died on 21st of Jan 1981 aged 45, when I was 21}

In the dream, the monk sitting crossed leg on the floor asked his assistant to pass out cards. I got one and immediately started trying to read it. Some one next to me pointed to some thing on the card. I, perhaps a bit rudely, told who ever it was to stop talking to me as I was trying to read. The part that the person pointed to was the name on the top line of the writing which read T. Lobsang Rampa.

On Sunday morning, Debra awoke from this dream:

I was on some kind of excursion with a group of mostly adult students. We walked around pretty city (or large town) street’s looking at architecture and talked about how nicely the town was laid out.

Then we went to have lunch (or something), we drank wine or beer or some kind of intoxicant, which didn’t taste like alcohol (from wine glasses that were a bit triangular, a bit cone-shaped) but I don’t remember eating. Then we went back out onto the street. Among the people walking on the streets I could see life-size bronze statues of people (mainly men). The life size bronze statues moved in a normal, flexible and relaxed manner. I asked some one beside me “do you see what I see?” Then I said “maybe I am drunk from the wine or overtired (and hallucinating) because maybe I didn’t get much sleep last night, but I can see life-size bronze statues walking around among the real people on the street.” They had that distinctive brown-green metallic sheen that all bronze statues have.

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  1. Evan Bartholomew
    The Long Sad Cry
    Tuesday, 18 March 2008
    8:33:55 AM
    (Tried yesterday to send this but I think it failed sorry if you get this twice)
    Hi Evan
    I am the young girl who was applying at a school. I appeared to be at some sort of monastery because you were there with another man wearing brown monk’s robes (in your Saturday 1st of March dream). If you met me Evan you would not be impressed because I am a (frumpy looking) 48 year old woman on the pension for dissociative disorder living in a boarding house in Adelaide, South Australia.

    To be brief.

    Due to a fear filled infancy I wanted to get out of the time-space continuum permanently. Some instinct told me that there was something beyond my fear filled reality. Alone in bed I would listen to my pounding heart and very loud breathing until I could see an incredibly attractive light display deep in my brain. Finally a jagged, sometimes wobbly golden donut would appear and the beautiful inner light display would stop. I would gaze into the center of the golden donut forever. But that is all I remember.

    The reason that, that is all that can be remembered is because what lies beyond the space time continuum cannot be imagined and cannot fit into the human imagination (no frame of reference) and cannot fit into the human memory banks (infinity cannot fit into anything finite).

    What I think is this

    To get out of the space time continuum permanently one must set up a long sad cry, a long sad wail, a long sad scream. Pain or emotional distress or boredom etc is helpful in creating and maintaining this long sad cry. What ever it is that is on the other side of the space time continuum is attracted by the long sad cry and begins to hone in on the exact source the exact individual who is making all the racket. The person that maintains the long sad cry may be prone to quite off-the-scale experiences but no one around them is aware of it. And to those who know the person (who is maintaining the long sad cry) see nothing special about them.

    Life just goes on and on. The person who once maintained their long sad cry will often calm down and get distracted (by a better life) from creating and maintaining the long sad cry. They will often wonder why the profound experiences are now so rare.

    The above, I think, addresses the first question on “How does the Spectrum crash?”

    Now on the question of “Why are happy dreams happy?”

    Recently, I read Sogyal Rinpoche’s book THE TIBETAN BOOK OF LIVING AND DYING.

    I discovered that the three off-the-scale experiences that I had at aged 15 years old were what Sogyal Rinpoche called INTRODUCTIONS. Three things were true about being all the way home i.e. beyond the space time continuum. These three things are totally brain addling but totally true. Firstly, I was me totally me (as in Debra Jane Dixon). Secondly, the expanded and complete state of consciousness I was in, was just plain normal (almost boringly normal). Thirdly, I had never left this place, and I would never leave this place (of total consciousness beyond the time space continuum) therefore I had never suffered. I warned you Evan that it was totally brain addling. This happened in Kuranda (aboriginal meaning Meeting Place of the Spirits) in the mountains close to Cairns, Queensland, Australia.

    Now why are happy dreams happy?

    A few weeks after the above happened I got a job. Every morning for about 2 weeks I would wake up (slowly) hearing someone continually say with deep (non-sexual) affection, “I love you” and I would be woken-up by my own vocal cords saying with deep (non-sexual) affection “I love you”. Each time when I was fully awake I would think, what! Who am I talking too? Who in heavens name is talking to me?

    Then as I rode my bicycle to work I would clearly see two big beautiful eyes hanging there in the sky (in my imagination), gazing down at me with deep affection. I was happy about it but bemused. What’s going on?

    That was in 1975, fast forward to 2008. I am just at the tail end of a twelve month painful condition call ‘a frozen shoulder”. As the pain and discomfort intensified I found my self crying out in pain to god. I would spend hours and hours not being able to sleep due to the pain and wanting to go all the way home so I never have to incarnate ever again. After many months (of sending out a long sad cry) those affectionate eyes reappeared.

    I found my self going for walks and calling for those eyes to appear. When they did I wordlessly begged them to send me (through their gaze) what ever I needed to go all the way home so I never have to reincarnate and suffer ever again.

    Then I noticed that I wanted to let go of all distraction and just gaze into those eyes. I knew that the only reason I was still here, suffering, is because I got distracted from wanting to go home permanently. In the past, as my ardent desire cooled I was released to enjoy the distraction of my better life.

    Not sure how to explain this bit Evan.

    It relates to what you called the creation of a feed back loop in your post.

    Actually I’m fed up with writing this so I will copy it to my floppy, go to an Internet Café, open up your post on that site and send you this. I hope I get around to sharing why I think happy dreams are happy and what creates the feed back loop you mentioned. I totally agree with your answers to the questions; how does the Spectrum Crash and Why are happy dreams happy. It is 10:52:20 AM Bye for Now (BFN Debra Dixon)

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