Buddhist Monks have been appearing in my dreams recently here is the latest.

Lately, I have been having some dreams with Buddhist Monks appearing as characters.  I don’t always have the luxury with time to write my dreams down but woke up early enough to transcribe tonight’s dream.

Before the Monk appears, I am doing all this work on a server through a linux terminal and was having problems with parsing a file using a command called awk.  The problem wasn’t the syntax, I had the code down pat rather it was the fact it was a dream and basically didn’t resolve the command properly but was great to be able to read and program.  Those who say you can’t read in a dream might be because they never developed the skill properly.  I’ve read entire books.  Reading for me is common.

When I left the computer I see this Buddhist Monk standing by a large window looking outwards towards a city.  There is a large channel with boats floating on the water.  It’s night-time so the city looks lively with lights shining through windows.  The realism of the dream was such that one would think it was reality again a quality of dreaming that has always inspired me to pursue this alternative reality experience of the night.

I know I am dreaming and now seeing yet another Buddhist Monk in my dreams having had other dreams nights prior the theme is by now apparent and I walk over to him.  He is wearing robes, his head shaven and like all the other Monks I have been meeting he is Asian.  I tell him, “So it is all a dream eh?” (yeah I’m Canadian).

He looks at me surprised, and to make it a little more challenging his English is not very good.  “What do you mean?” he asks.

“I saw you standing in my Dream and thought it would be nice to talk about dreaming with you.” I tell him.

“You mean this is a dream?” he asks.

“Yes, it is indeed a dream.  But the dream doesn’t stop here, I wanted to talk about all reality being a large unified dream.  Even the physical world is a type of dream world.” I tell him.

“I don’t know about that.” He replies.

“Really?  You don’t think the physical world is could also be a type of dream similar to the one we are having right now?”  I ask.

“How do you know this is a dream?” he asks and we sit down to talk.

“That’s easy for me, I usually always know I am dreaming.” I tell him, and I pet the soft cloth of the couch arm I am now sitting on.  “Sure, it has a quality of realism that makes it difficult to realize but all of what I am seeing to me is highly-organized thought.  This couch, the patterns, the texture certainly feels real but I know what makes it real is the underlying thought that programs the dream.”

He looks at my hand patting the arm rest.  He seems confused and uncertain but interested.  “How could the physical world also be a dream?” he asks.

“Like this dream, it is also composed of the same thought that is creating this setting.  It has evolved over time  in such a way to create a type of deep immersion where the dream becomes masked with continuity and persistency but the underlying mechanics that drives it is a unified field of consciousness using this type of dreaming as a highly evolved programming language.” I tell him.

I’m not sure if he really understands my metaphors and again seems very uncertain and confused.

“Look closely.” I tell him as he is still looking at the arm rest.  I cause the textured pattern on the arm rest to start to animate and it reveals the hypnagogic mesh.  “See, the underlying texture of this couch is all geometric fractal information.  This is what produces space within the dream.  It is like a computer graphic in many respects.  Hypnagogic fractals are part of the meshing system.”

His eyes widen in shock watching this change happen.  “How are you doing this?” he asks.

“Easy, this is a dream.  Very easy to change or influence.” I reply.

His eyes start to flicker and he goes into a blank state processing and processing.  I have his attention now but then he fades out.  The effect was interesting because his head expanded perhaps the dreams way of saying mind blown.

I was kind of bummed that he left because I wanted to pick his brain more but he didn’t really seem to offer much in the same tangent of conversation that I was aiming for.  I spent the remainder of the dream playing with some very friendly and loving animals who enjoyed being petted.

Not sure why all of a sudden there is this Buddhist theme in my dreams, each time I’ve been kind of schooling the monks on the nature of dream reality and its relationship to the larger universal dream we are having.