A few nights ago I watched the movie, The Time Traveler’s Wife. I was in an exhausted zone in my head and had had a glass of wine with dinner, so was vulnerable to an altered state of consciousness already. While the movie played, in my half-dream state I kept saying to myself, “I do that. I’m a time traveler.” It kept coming into my head. My full-on waking consciousness would not say this. It’s the indigenous piece of me that was piping up.
I had promised myself that before I went to bed I would record in my dreams that I have had over the last couple of weeks in my dream journal. I had just taken notes on them but had not written out the full narrative. The first dream in the series I had actually written about in my blog of March 7, but had completely forgotten about. It was a time traveling dream. The coincidence stunned me. In the dream I was back in the period of my life during which I was experience divorce while raising a young teenage daughter. In “real” time I was a wreck, having a breakdown. In the dream I was living at that time but was healthy, happy, strong and whole. My daughter and I had found a new house; we were was fixing it up, we were optimistic and felt good about our new life. It was as if I were given a do-over; that we could actually could go back in time and do it all again differently. I was ecstatic when I woke up from the dream and the sensation remained.
Time is not at all what we think it is in our consensual reality. I learn this in small ways living on a mountain and in a mountain culture. Time is a different element here than it is off the mountain. I am constantly aware of this and nearly everyone who comes to visit and stays for awhile experiences and mentions it.
Everyone everywhere has experiences of time out of time. But since this strange coincidence a few nights ago of seeing the movie and then revisiting the dream immediately afterward, I’m intrigued; my antenna is up. I’m going to watch for the next lesson. There is so much to learn.