Dream Journal #1

 I suppose this is as good a place as any to start a dream journal. Looking back on my posting history, I know I'm not that consistent with posting, and it also seems like I have several blogs that I never search for. So having all my sporadic writings in one place shouldn't matter all that much.

This really shouldn't be dream journal #1, as in the past I've only really been talking about one dream, and this first journal will be a continuation of that dream tracking. It might become a tracking of other dreams, but given my history with these things, I somehow don't think it will.

I had the dream again. Actually, I've had it twice, but I didn't record the previous one, which occurred in early January. I don't remember that one much, so we'll skip it for now. I'm not sure why, but for this one, I feel compelled to give as much detail as has remained with me now hours after the dream ended.

She came unbidden into my thoughts. I remember walking along a trail of some sort, a steep hill to my left, and I was coming upon a path that lead up to my left, and there, at the beginning of that path, was where she stood. She turned to face me, a fierce, perhaps challenging look in her eyes, and I said to her "I visited your mountain" and then the dream shifted focus to me "remembering" visiting a place where she had stayed up that trail at some point.

We walked, and we talked. She told me things she said I probably knew already. She was wearing jeans, and her hair was down to just below her shoulders. I remember saying that I personally didn't like wearing jeans - I don't like the feel of them - but preferred the pants I was wearing (which is like a cotton/polyester khaki pant), but we didn't discuss that much. 

She wanted me to lift her up in my arms; she faced me and put her arms around my neck like she was hugging me, and I lifted her up and carried her like that. She was nibbling on the top of my ear, and I found that very arousing. 

She was happy. I was happy.

I woke up from the dream, and felt pure joy. I lay there for a bit reflecting on what I had just dreamed, and then went upstairs and looked at the only clock my blurred vision (lack of glasses) would let me see. It was 5:18am.

I'm not sure why any of this is necessary to record, but my experience with these things has taught me to record it anyway, and wait for the significance to come much, much later.

Time Travel post, part 2

 So. Here it is at the end of 2020, a truly awful year. For a full breakdown of what happened, look up the movie "Death to 2020", currently featured on Netflix. I promise you, even though you probably will say that it would be impossible for every single thing they mention there to have happened, I'm telling you that even though it's meant to be a satirical look at events that took place, they just scratched the surface. Those are just the big things. It wasn't a great time.

One of my previous posts asked the question about what you would tell yourself if you could go back in time - to any time in the past. In case you didn't read it, the rules are that you can go back in time and tell yourself three things - just three things; whether that's going back three times in three different historical moments to tell yourself 1 thing, or 1 trip back to tell yourself 3 things, it doesn't really matter. The exercise is to think about the 3 things you'd tell yourself. 

This is part 2. It's been awhile since I posted part 1. I think that's possibly because this time around, I'm weighing what I would say against how much it would change my life. The question I'm asking myself now is, what about my life would I really, really want changed, and what would I want to remain the same? My first bit of information I'd tell myself has to do with my health - a condition I have that would not be possible to change, but having that information that I have the condition might change the course of my life in significantly positive ways. Or, it could also potentially negatively affect my life, having that information. In any case, here we go on the second bit of information...

2. Your metabolism is not super-heroic. Yes, at the time that you started college, you were very thin, and it seemed like you could eat literally everything and not gain weight. No, you weren't deliberately exercising; no, you never had a deliberate exercise regime, and yes, it did seem like everything you ate never negatively impacted your weight. But now, at the time that you are writing this, you are not in good shape. What happened?

In short, you neglected to recognize that pre-college, you were living on your parents farm, working 12 hour days, in a highly intensive physical capacity. The meals you ate were, for the most part, nutritious and full of vitamins. Dessert, when you ate dessert, was canned fruit. Rarely (birthdays), you ate cake. For a very brief time just before college, you were in the habit of eating lots of candy, and this probably would have caught up with you, but the combination of fried, fatty food, candy, chocolate milk and ice cream at every meal, and the shift to a sedentary lifestyle at college packed on the pounds. You gained your "freshman 40" in the first half semester. Not cool.

And now, you're 100 pounds heavier than when you went into college. Okay, okay, you were underweight when you went in to college, and could stand to put on a few pounds, but not the 100 you have amassed now. AND, your metabolism at age 20 could handle it a bit better. Losing weight now, at the age of 46 (or, 44, if you continue to choose to count your years backwards from 45) is far more difficult than it would have been when you were younger.

So, here's what I would tell myself: you have a choice: you can eat all the rich foods you want, but then you have to establish a rigorous routine of exercise, or you're headed for trouble down the road. Or, sure, rest your feet. You're headed into a work routine that has quite a bit of desk time. But then lay off the candy and chips and ice cream, and maintain the nutrition intake you were accustomed to on the farm. Or, continue as you are, and have the regret that you are a size 38 waist, fit 2XL shirts, have low energy, and will probably develop some serious health problems in your 50's. Probably.

I suppose I could turn things around now. It might not be too late. But there's eggnog in the fridge... mmm, eggnog...

This is the last day of 2020. Let's see what the future brings.

-UM

Welcome back, stranger

You had the dream again. Probably about two weeks ago, but it's taken this long to find some time to write it down. Is it that I'm having a series of dreams featuring the same person, and the context is revealing different things that are  important, or is it that I'm having one single dream, but it's coming in parts spread out over weeks, or months, or years? 

Whatever the case may be, it's never the same circumstances. And they are always there.

Sometimes - often - the dream is very brief. This time it seemed to be much longer. They had arrived, although under what pretenses, I'm not sure. They stayed with me for a number of days, and I was sharing with them how I came to be called into ministry - something that I've spoken of before, but in this dream I was filling in a detail I've missed.

Years ago, I was a part of a youth group that traveled down to inner city Chicago, to an organization called Inner City Impact, which is a mission that reaches out to at-risk and impoverished youth in precarious circumstances, and conducts after-school programs, tutoring, distance learning, camping, scholarships, food bank support, etc. Many of the trips I took down to ICI were in the capacity of being a camp counselor, and we travelled directly to the camp site to help out. The final couple of years we went down, we spent a few days in Chicago itself, doing some service projects at ICI, meeting some of the kids that had been at camp in previous years, and then we took them out to camp for the week. 

This experience was foundational, and shaped my direction in life for years to come. Even as I write this, I'm still on that same trajectory of serving the Lord, and though it started with short-term missions, the work I'm doing now is no less important or significant.

But I digress. At the time of the dream, I'm not sure why it was so important for me to convey to them what I was doing, or where my roots in ministry lay, but as I write this, it comes to mind that they are in ministry also; they found themselves drawn to mission work, and I believe they are still working as a missionary to some degree. Or, perhaps they are not working as directly with missions as they used to be, and perhaps this is unsettling them at this time. My message to them, if they are reading this, is to reflect on Abraham's trajectory. The Lord called him from a strange land, and told him to start traveling to a place that He would eventually reveal to him. Abraham's journey took him to many places and many stops, and even though all around him, Abraham's friends and family were acknowledging that the places they stopped were good places to be, the Lord had other plans for him. Abraham's journey was not complete until the Lord deemed it complete.

My words are  meant to be kind. When I started out in ministry, I never thought that I'd end up in the work situation that I find myself in at the present. When I started out on the path to being a Youth Pastor, as I imagined was my life trajectory following the very positive experiences with ICI, I never imagined that I would be working with Seniors, in a company that professed to be a Christian domicile, but is apparently run from the top as though the word "Christian" didn't mean that business decisions had to be made with the Lord guiding those decisions.

And maybe the reason for dreaming what I did, was not for "them" to hear and be comforted or spurned to other ministry opportunities, but rather for me to see and realize that this short stop at the senior's home, though it be a great learning opportunity and a great mission field, is not my final stop either. Perhaps the Lord is preparing me to be uprooted once again, to continue on to the place He is going to show me.

I don't know why I dream these dreams. It'll probably make sense much, much later.

I think I'll end this one here. There's much more I could say, but the dream isn't fresh in my memory. I don't know if anything else I can say will be relevant or connected to this most recent dream.

Until the next time, then.

-UM

The problem with time travel

 If you had the opportunity to travel back in time, and tell yourself only 3 things, what would those three things be?

One question people sometimes have when I ask them this question is, can I travel back to 3 separate times in my life and tell myself one thing each time, or is it that I can only travel back once, and tell myself in that time period a maximum of 3 things?

I think I've always thought of the question as the latter situation, not the former, and I think it does matter which you choose. If, for example, you could only go back once, you must first make a decision of when in your timeline to go back to, and then choose what 3 things are most important to convey. I think this method of thinking about the problem most accurately reveals the things in your life that you most want to change right now, and so the question is most favorably asked in this context. It also means the traveler must take care to choose three things to let go of forever, as altering the timeline would have irrevocable consequences.

However, if you were to be able to travel back 3 times and tell yourself 1 thing each time, that gives the traveler more security and comfort in their selections and messages. Say, for example, you went back to when you were 5 to tell yourself to not take everything so seriously (not one of my selections) - that might have very negative consequences on your schooling, but help your social life, and you may find yourself in the present day stuck with a lot of debt and a string of meaningless relationships. You could, then, go back (assuming there is a moment between message delivered and things taking effect permanently) and undo the damage done by telling your first traveling self not to deliver the message... but then you've used up 2 traveling opportunities, and you're no further ahead than when you started.

So, lets just stick with the question as though you can't go back and undo things. That makes most sense, seeing as time travel isn't possible, and this is all an academic discussion in any case.

If you could travel back in time once, to any time in your history, and tell yourself 3 things, when would you go back to, and what would you tell yourself?

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This was one of the topics of discussion I had erased from my blog. We've covered why, so lets move on. 

What would I tell myself?

Hmmm...

1) I think it would be pretty safe to tell myself that I have Klinefelter's Syndrome. It's not something that I would be able to change, as it occurs as the first cell splits into two, and two into four, etc., but knowing that I have Klinefelter's Syndrome would help me understand a lot of things, things that I'm still learning even now. 

It's a tricky syndrome. What one person with Klinefelter's experiences is not necessarily what another person with Klinefelter's experiences. There are generalities that affect all across the board, and that typify all Klinefelter's patients, but each person suffers these generalities to varying degrees.

Klinefelter's is typified as a micro-addition to the XY chromosome, where an extra X gets added; sometimes more than one X. Generally speaking, each extra X added can mean a diminished intelligence quotient by about 10 points, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. Since the human body has 23 pairs of chromosomes (46 in total), having 47 chromosomes is problematic. And, which chromosome did the additional chromosome get paired with? Change one thing in the perfect map of the human body, and you get chaos all over the place. 

Here's what I've been experiencing with Klinefelter's (not an exhaustive list, just what I've noticed so far) (and, also, listed in no particular order. Just what comes to mind as it comes) (and, I'm not even sure if some of these things are related to Klinefelter's):

    a) Allergies. There is some thought that Klinefelter's Syndrome (from here on out I'm just going to refer to it as KS) can lead to autoimmune disorders. Allergies, according to my latest information (several years out of date, admittedly), is a disorder in the autoimmune system. Okay, so not all people with allergies have KS. But, not all people with allergies have more than one allergy. Or more than 2. Or more than 5. I have 23. That in itself makes things not easy. I think I'll post a side blog about living with allergies, just to keep things a bit more on track here.

    b) Executive Functioning problems. So you know that thing that most people have that lets them stay focused on a task longer than 2 minutes, that people with ADHD have to take medication to achieve? KS patients (in general) lack that functioning. It's how most KS patients are first identified - they don't do well in school, and an IQ test doesn't illuminate the issues. I don't know if its the same as ADHD, or just similar, but I do know that it affects other Executive Functioning such as working memory, flexible thinking, and self-control. Also, absorbing the meaning of complex issues through reading (textbooks) seems to be a near impossible challenge. And I read extra slowly, so that doesn't help. There's probably more problems related to this, but I can't remember them now.

    c) My body didn't form properly. I have under-developed lungs, for one thing, and apparently my follicle immune system doesn't function properly. If I get a cold, it can rapidly move to an infection in my lungs if I'm not careful, and that's where things go from bad to worse. Which is why COVID-19 could take me down hard if I get it. Scary times.

    d) Related to the last point, my body doesn't produce testosterone. That's got a whole range of problems associated with it. The most obvious one is that I can't naturally father children. I think I might have been okay with that if I had ended up marrying someone who either did not want children, or could not have children, but that's a decision that past me would have had the opportunity to make or not make. I chose (not having this information), to make the decision of having or not having children with my spouse, and we chose to have children. I'm not sure if knowing I had KS would have changed that decision or not. It's not something you make without a conversation with your partner.

        d) (2) Not making testosterone also depletes the calcium in my body. I need to consume copious amounts of calcium to stay ahead of my body's needs, or what starts to happen is my body will start eating the calcium out of my bones and teeth. It happens anyway, but I can minimize it by having a diet high in calcium. That also will eventually lead to early onset osteoporosis, so I have that to look forward to later in life. Already I've experienced the fallout of that with soft teeth. My teeth are showing excessive wear, and I have lots of fillings.

        d (3) Testosterone also affects mood. I'm prone to depression and mood swings.

e) Permanent "lanky" build. Teenagers who are growing fast in puberty will experience moments where their lanky build throws off their sense of balance and coordination. They eventually get over it. I won't. My legs and my arms are each 2 to 3 inches longer than they should be. Normal clothes don't fit me, and I'm always bumping into stuff. My spatial awareness is permanently uncalibrated. 

f) My emotions are all over the map. I have trouble regulating joy and sadness, and sometimes I have trouble feeling excited or expressing excitement over things that I should be excited about.

g) I have trouble reading/interpreting situations, or forecasting the response to actions. This can get me into a lot of trouble socially.

There are lots of other things that living with KS makes difficult. This is the tip of the iceberg, and already it's not a great thing to live with. Will telling myself that I have KS make it go away? No, but it might help me, my parents, my teachers, and my friends better understand who I am. It might even help me make better decisions in life. I think it would even help me gain a sense of confidence earlier than I gained that piece of me, and in a healthier way. I think that changing the timing of knowing that one piece of information would have helped me avoid making a number of mistakes that I now regret making. 

But would I have just made other mistakes instead, and have regrets about those? Only time will tell.

I'm wrapping this up for now, look for part 2 soon. If you want to know more about Klinefelter Syndrome, you can start here:
https://www.webmd.com/men/klinefelter-syndrome#1

I'm not sure how thoroughly they discuss the syndrome, but it's as good a place to start as any.

-UM

Through a window darkly

I'm going to cycle back to talking about dreams for a bit. In my last post I was wondering about the origin of some dreams (what process generates them or their content) to which I will give a brief recap:

With respect to the occurrence of recurring dreams, the possibilities for how they are generated are:

- nothing generates them; they are random selections of memory of past events strung together with a loose narrative. 

- psychological triggers in the subconscious mind, alerting the dreamer to unfinished business 

- God delivering a message in which an action is needed/warranted

- a brief glimpse across the barrier of realities, where you get to see an alternate version of yourself living a different life

...and I'll add one more:

- premonitions of future events.

Now obviously, some of these don't make sense. Most likely the origin of a dream is mundane - it is either born of nothing or at most is caused by subconscious triggers. I want to clarify that I don't actually believe in Fringe Science, so the alternate realities theory, though fun to think about, is off the table of serious consideration.

But my personal experiences of seeing future events and of God relaying messages through dreams means I cannot disqualify these as possible origins for some dreams.

Again, I must stress that this only applies to some dreams, not all.

Prompting the exploration of this topic is the occurrence of one of these recurring dreams. It's not the right name for it - the situation is different, but the people are the same.

I don't quite know how to express this next bit. Let me just say that I woke from the dream feeling empty and sad. Perhaps, if there is a "soul mate" element in play, its possible that I'm feeling the emotions that the other person is currently experiencing, but in this most recent dream, the other person was truly happy, and I was not. I was not happy because regrettably, I could not share in the happiness of being reunited with the other person, despite wanting to feel that happiness. 

Now, it makes most sense to say the origin of this dream is unfinished business. Equally possible is that the dream "meaning" is that I feel stuck in current circumstances. A bit of clarification on that - my job sucks currently, and I feel like I'm in  catch-22 situation. I should be feeling fulfilled, but its possible that the stresses of working under management that seems to be making decisions that go against my core beliefs, is coming out as imagery of wanting something I can't have, or having something I can't let go of.

But if the origin of this dream is a glimpse of future events, I can take joy in knowing that the one who holds me in His hand also has my future secured, and has good things in store for me. 

A weird alternative also presents itself as possible. We know that in the "end times", God has promised to make all things new. There will be a new heaven, and a new earth, and we will live on this new earth in harmony with creation. If this is a glimpse of that future, then all the regrets I have and mistakes I've made will be undone, and the promise I have to hold on to is that one day, all of us who now see as through a window darkly, will then see clearly. 

I have made mistakes. There are times when I wish I could go back and do some things differently - not all things, just some. But if the promise we have in Christ is that all those things will be undone, then all I have to do is wait on the Lord and in His strength. 

- UM

Dreamscape

 In my last post I talked about dreams. Specifically, I wondered briefly if recurring dreams, or dreams with recurring appearances of the same person in them have any deeper meaning. That question isn't random; I've had experience with dreams that were more than just synapses firing in the dead of night.

The first dream I can remember having that I had many recurring instances of, occurred when I was 5 years old. Being that young, I had no inkling to look for a deeper meaning, I just was cognizant of the fact that I had the dream many times (I can't recall exact numbers, but it was at least 20 times), and that I found to be weird. In brief (because I can get long winded about these things), I dreamed that I was on a path in a park, and to the one side of the path were construction workers and buildings being built, and on the other, there were children playing in a park. I spent some time with the construction workers - working alongside them - then crossed over the path and spent some time playing in the park with the kids. Then I was back on the path, and a wrecking ball was coming towards me, forcing me to choose a side. I always woke up before I made a choice.

Fast forward to me at 18. I was nearly done high school, and, taking guidance from some of my Uncles, I had been pouring my attention and time into becoming a carpenter (a lot of my Uncles were in construction). I genuinely liked working with wood, building stuff, and thought it would be a great career choice. But also, from the time I was 14, I had also been volunteering with my youth group, going on mission trips to reach out to and work with kids in the inner city of Chicago. Growing inside me was a yearning to work with youth, though I neither recognized it, nor remembered the dream.

But I had begun to talk to my Dad about what would come after high school. Of course apprenticeship was an option, but so was higher education; he supported both options, but encouraged me to pursue more schooling, as that would take me further (potentially) and open up more options for me. He was a civil engineer turned farmer, and was always advocating for higher education. I expressed - I thought idly - the desire to work with kids, but also the regret that I had not diversified my education in high school to include social studies and humanities, so that I could at least be on some sort of track to become a social worker. His response? "Why not become a youth pastor?" 

Now, you have to understand that at this time, it was early 90's, and "youth pastor" was something you saw in larger churches, but was still not on the radar for most churches. To put this in perspective, by the time I graduated college, many churches were only just starting to opt in to try out hiring a youth pastor for their youth and children. It became a more popular choice in years to come, but at the time I was talking to my Dad about all this, my response was "I can get paid to work with youth? That would be my dream job!" I couldn't believe it. Yet, I think God knew that I needed a little extra push in that direction.

Circle back to the dream. Shortly after my conversation with my Dad, I had the dream again. Exactly as it happened before. Coincidence, you might say. My brain calling up information my conscious mind had forgotten but that my subconscious mind had not. Perhaps. But the parallels were too blatant to ignore. Self-fulfilling prophecy? Dream a dream and be influenced in a certain direction unconsciously? Make certain choices in life based on a psychological imprint left by an often recurring dream? Maybe. But then, why would a 5 year old dream such a thing? I had no aspirations for career choice when I was 5. 

No. I believe (as I do to this day), that it wasn't merely a dream. It was a calling - a divine appointment - and when I had the dream again at 18, it was confirmation that my deep desire to work in youth ministry wasn't a fleeting or passing interest - it was prophetic.

I've had more than just that one dream to draw on for examples. Oh, sure, many of the dreams I have are just that - synapses firing in the night - but there is a certain... I don't know how to say it other than texture... to a dream with deeper meaning, that differentiates it from mundane dreams, even if these mundane dreams are exciting, action-packed adventures in the night.

In college, I began to dream these different dreams more often. There seemed at first to be a pattern: I would dream a dream that had that different feel to it, and that would alert me to be extra aware of the next dream to come my way. This pattern eventually faded, and I would (as I stepped out in faith to act on what I felt was direction) start to just dream these dreams of significance, and felt it necessary to act upon them. It sounds like the beginning of a journey into the mind of someone with "voices in their head", but let me assure you that I have not been diagnosed with anything more than Klinefelter's Syndrome, and possibly ADHD (I'm still waiting on an appointment to get that assessed. It's... a journey. Getting assessed as an adult is not easy). 

So what do I mean by "it started with a pattern"? What could lead me to that conclusion? What makes one dream seem more than just a dream? I'll tell you.

The first dream I had in college was this:

In my dream, I had awoken from sleep, and was getting ready to go into an assembly at school (I attended Briercrest Bible College). I remember that I had left my room a little late, and so was late arriving, and thus was not able to find a seat where I usually sat. Instead, I sat down, and looking to my right and left, noted that I was sitting beside two people I knew, but didn't really hang out with. Then, in the dream, my attention was drawn to the stage. A panel of professors was sitting up on the stage, and (as was mentioned), because I had arrived late, I wasn't exactly sure what the topic was about, but it seemed to be an AMA (ask me anything) type of assembly. I noted that there were particular professors up on stage, and noted who they were, and what order they were sitting in. Right at that moment, one of them opened up the floor for questions, and a hand shot up from a student sitting about 15 rows in front of me and to my left. They asked a question (which right now I don't remember, but at the time stuck in my head), and the professor answered (again, I don't recall the answer now, but I did then), and then the dream was over.

I thought it was a strange dream. It seemed so random. But 3 days later, for some reason I can't remember now, I was running late for chapel (real world, not dream). Being the scatter-brained-possibly-ADHD student I was (and Klinefelter's Syndrome has a lot of parallels cognitively to ADHD), I didn't clue in that that day's chapel was going to be any different than the normal morning chapel meeting. I arrived (late), and walked in, and mindlessly sat down in the first available spot. 

You know that deja-vu feeling one gets when one is in a familiar circumstance they swear they've never been in before? It was all of that feeling, and more. As I took stock of what was happening in chapel, I stole a quick glance to my left and right. Same people as in my dream. I looked up to the stage. Same professors, same arrangement. Then, before it happened, I looked over to where the student who was about to ask a question was sitting, and sure enough, when the particular professor called for questions from the floor, that student stuck their hand up, and, me mouthing along with him, I recited the question asked, and the answer given. 

Well, I couldn't ignore THAT. The only thing more blatant would have been a plane skywriting "Hey, God is trying to get your attention. Yes, you." So, I prayed to seek clarification on the meaning behind this - for God to show me what this meant. And I got a pretty strong impression that the next dream I was about to have would be something I needed to act on. So, I went to sleep that night, hyper-aware of potentially getting some kind of direction in dream form from God.

The dream I had was simple: I dreamed that one of my friends was very distraught about something, and that God wanted to tell her that He was wrapping His arms around her, comforting her in this troubling time.

In the non-dream world, I had no idea if this meant anything. This friend of mine wasn't a close friend, and so I had no reason to know what would be going on in her life that would shake her up so much. To make a long story short, I sent her a care card with the words "I don't know what's going on in your life right now, but God has a message for you: He loves you, and wants you to know that He has His arms wrapped around you and will carry you through this." And I didn't sign it, and I put it in her student mailbox. In the dream, it was me that carried the message to her in person, but I was too scared to do this - what if I was wrong? I would come away looking like a maniac.

But, as it turned out, she had gotten word early that morning that her father had had a medical emergency (for some reason, my memory says he had had a stroke, but this occurred more than 20 years ago - the fact that I remember any of this at all is a testament to the impact it's had on my life), and the note was just the thing that she needed. She needed reassurance that God had His hand on the situation, and that He would take care of things.

There are many more dreams like this that I have experienced. In recent years, they haven't come quite so frequent as they did in college, but, picking up on the thread of the last post, I seem to now be having dreams that include one particular person in them, time and time again. 

So the question is, is there a deeper meaning to these recurring dreams? I don't know. Truly, I don't.

But here's what I've done, and I will continue to do every time I have one: I will stop, and pray for this person in their circumstance, and I will ask God to watch over them, even if I have no idea what, if anything, they need. It's the least I can do for the one who has given me so much.

-UM

Glitches in the Matrix

 Okay, future me. The thing with you (us) is, we say we're going to really get into writing blogs, and then we write one with the promise of keeping up the habit, and then we don't. We just don't.

I don't know what it is. I love writing. Or maybe its that I love telling stories. And from what I've just read, this Urban Monk guy is really telling a whopper of a story. 

But there are missing parts. Don't you get the feeling, reading the past posts, that someone has done some heavy editing to the parts in between? Well, that's because they have. I have. They is me; us.

There is a piece in the last one referring to Time Travel, and I promised to write and post that piece right away. I'm here to tell you that you were not tardy on that one - you really did post it. and a sequel. But I did away with them for good. For my good. I was in a very dark place.

Oh! Well! Now, you say, you have to tell me. 

I'll elude to it, basically because not knowing what it is, could entice a re-post in the future.

It was about intimacy. Well, no, the word I used was sex. But it was crass, and unbecoming of the now 46 year old me (you) are. But the point is, I was in a dark place where the realities of life, love, and intimacy had just permeated my young (35 year old) brain. I could blame it on Klienfelters - one counsellor said many Kleinfelters patients had either a reaction away from ever wanting sex again, or a reaction to going out and being as diverse in sexual partners as anyone can. At the time, I expressed that neither had affected me as a result of discovering my "condition", but I think that part of me (a deep, hidden kernel of a part, the nihilist part) thought "sex is meaningless without the possibility of creating life, so why does sex seem to have mattered to a younger version of me? Or no - that last part was misleading. I did think it was meaningless, and so devalued the dance of intimacy and trust one must learn in order to make it meaningful (or make it happen at all). And so, if I were to fall anywhere in that counsellor's array of options available to me, I would be leaning toward "more sex, 'cause who cares?"

So I erased it. And now I'm convinced that the next time I roll around to reading this (and any accompanying future blogs), I will have totally forgotten what the story actually was, and I may be prone to repeating it, depending on how large that nihilistic kernel grows. Just trust me on this, it's better left alone.

So I'm 46 years old. In 12 days I'll be 47. What have I learned so far? And what perplexities am I still experiencing? 

.......

I'm not sure I've learned anything of value, save perhaps that faith matters. A WHOLE lot. If you're feeling stuck in your job, and the overall feeling of unease relates at all back to a breach of what you believe in, and what core values you believe should be universal, aren't... then there's a big problem there. That needs to be resolved, one way or the other.

What perplexities am I still experiencing? 

Hmmm. Well. That's a biggie.

It's really the reason I even looked up this dusty old blog. There's really only one way to tell it.

Periodically, I have a dream starring the same person. The circumstances and happenings in the dream are nearly always different (I have some repeats, sometimes), but there's always one same person in them. I really hate it when I read these things and feel like younger me is vaguebooking older (but still younger than me) me, but in this case I want to be vague so future me doesn't have to deal with regrets of the actions of younger (present) me. We both know who we're talking about, and if you don't, then you've returned too early, and you haven't had the dream yet. Go back to sleep - when it happens, you'll know.

I digress. Periodically I have dreams about the same person in different circumstances. I literally probably have met to some degree (and so inner-brain "knows") roughly 10,000 people. Maybe more. So why are most of the focused dreams (those I can remember lots of detail from), about just 1 person? If every person I've met had an equal chance to show up in my brain on any given night, 1 person showing up even once in a dream would be a 0.0001% chance. I don't know the equation to figure out repeat appearances of the same person. Let's add some weight to this statement by allowing a variance for the recurrence of some particular people appearing in dreams, based on how much interaction one has with someone they know (so, more interaction means better chance at a recurring dream with said person), and then let me just tell you that I have had approximately 6 interactions with this person in 5 years, and 2 of those interactions were occasions where we spoke face to face. And the last interaction was about 20 years ago. There ought to be many more people who should appear in my dreams more often - my high school principal should appear more often, and I never even once got called down to the office to speak with him. NEVER.

Why does this matter? Why should it matter to note the occasion of experiencing multiple dreams with the same person? Because it's weird. It's like I'm occasionally awarded the chance to peek across the dimensional divide and spy on a different version of me, living a different life. It comes unbidden. I don't think about this person at all, except for the occasions that occur immediately after having another dream. And then I'm driven here, and I read all kinds of weird musings from people in stages of life set 10 years apart. 

But what does all this mean? Why is it that I periodically have recurring dreams about the same person? Is there meaning behind the dream? Am I peeking into a parallel universe? Are there some connections to people that run deeper than others, no matter how much or little contact you've had?

Is there such a thing as a soulmate, platonic or otherwise?

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