Incredible Dream Encounters With Irene
Lately I've been experiencing a deeper kind of mental intimacy with Irene during meditation and when I start falling off to sleep. It's hard to explain - and maybe a little embarrassing considering family and friends read this blog.
When she was alive, when Irene and I would kiss (among other things), all of my attention and hers was on that kiss, or that touch, etc., on our connection, in the moment. It was like being one being in a timeless state of a kind of bliss where nothing else existed. Lately though when I imagine and visualize holding her, or kissing her, it's like hearing each other's thoughts and feeling each other's feelings at the same time that we are experiencing the physical contact. It's like literally being in each other's head and experiencing what the other person is experiencing, a kind of union beyond any connection we had before.
Last night I fell asleep in that kind of state with her and I had two fairly intimate, very beautiful dreams which I remembered. In the first dream I couldn't tell if it was Irene, and in the second it did not look exactly like her, but when I woke I felt strongly that it was her in both dreams - not like what they call a "visitation" dream, but somehow still her entering my dream state and interacting with me in a dream dimension.
I was very happy when I woke up. We had talked before many times about how her interacting with me in my dream state could produce unintended imagery or sequences, but I have consistently assured her that I would only interpret dreams in a positive way for our relationship and dismiss anything that appeared to be negative. I never set up any "dream dates" like outlined in the book Soul Smart because I didn't want to set up expectations or try to pin her to a date - because, frankly, I know Irene. She hates being put under any kind of deadline pressure or schedule. When we talk I always tell her that I trust her to know what is best as far as entering my dreams and for her to do what she wants and feels comfortable doing.
Part of this "being in each other's head" thing is feeling completely secure with how each other will take our most personal thoughts and feelings, which is something we've been having a good time exploring. After waking up I told her repeatedly how well the dream went, how I interpreted it, and how happy it made me. I didn't even think of asking for a confirmation about whether or not it was her - it felt like it, and I self-validated it as such.
A long sequence of events in the day led to me sitting down at about 3 pm to eat something and I looked for something to watch on TV - the first time I even had it on that day. For whatever reason I picked the first show of the 6th season of Longmire on Netflix, and as I'm eating someone on the show said, "He came to me in my dreams."
The euphoria hit me like a bolt of lightning. Irene wanted to make sure I knew it was her, that our process of increasing our connection was in fact working and it had reached a point where we could physically interact in the dream dimensions.
Needless to say, I'm somewhat overwhelmed by this great new step in our journey!
When she was alive, when Irene and I would kiss (among other things), all of my attention and hers was on that kiss, or that touch, etc., on our connection, in the moment. It was like being one being in a timeless state of a kind of bliss where nothing else existed. Lately though when I imagine and visualize holding her, or kissing her, it's like hearing each other's thoughts and feeling each other's feelings at the same time that we are experiencing the physical contact. It's like literally being in each other's head and experiencing what the other person is experiencing, a kind of union beyond any connection we had before.
Last night I fell asleep in that kind of state with her and I had two fairly intimate, very beautiful dreams which I remembered. In the first dream I couldn't tell if it was Irene, and in the second it did not look exactly like her, but when I woke I felt strongly that it was her in both dreams - not like what they call a "visitation" dream, but somehow still her entering my dream state and interacting with me in a dream dimension.
I was very happy when I woke up. We had talked before many times about how her interacting with me in my dream state could produce unintended imagery or sequences, but I have consistently assured her that I would only interpret dreams in a positive way for our relationship and dismiss anything that appeared to be negative. I never set up any "dream dates" like outlined in the book Soul Smart because I didn't want to set up expectations or try to pin her to a date - because, frankly, I know Irene. She hates being put under any kind of deadline pressure or schedule. When we talk I always tell her that I trust her to know what is best as far as entering my dreams and for her to do what she wants and feels comfortable doing.
Part of this "being in each other's head" thing is feeling completely secure with how each other will take our most personal thoughts and feelings, which is something we've been having a good time exploring. After waking up I told her repeatedly how well the dream went, how I interpreted it, and how happy it made me. I didn't even think of asking for a confirmation about whether or not it was her - it felt like it, and I self-validated it as such.
A long sequence of events in the day led to me sitting down at about 3 pm to eat something and I looked for something to watch on TV - the first time I even had it on that day. For whatever reason I picked the first show of the 6th season of Longmire on Netflix, and as I'm eating someone on the show said, "He came to me in my dreams."
The euphoria hit me like a bolt of lightning. Irene wanted to make sure I knew it was her, that our process of increasing our connection was in fact working and it had reached a point where we could physically interact in the dream dimensions.
Needless to say, I'm somewhat overwhelmed by this great new step in our journey!
Walt's daughter said it...about Henry Standing Bear. Boo hoo, no more seasons.
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