Recurring Dreams, Themes and Parallel Worlds

Zen Gardner

It’s time for a little conscious conjecture but let’s see what resonates. I, like many of you, have had dreams in my life, including recurring ones, that were clearly significant. I can’t say I’m an adept interpreter but most of us often try to consciously get whatever message we think there may be for us.

Let’s face it, virtually one third of our lives are spent in the sleeping state yet our full consciousness never shuts off. This is a significant world to know about that could teach us many things. That observer inside each of us is getting it all and we need to pay attention.

I’ve had dreams of late that are extremely clear yet the world I’m in is different. It has all the same basic elements but it’s nowhere I’ve ever experienced in my life. The sense that I’ve gotten a few of these times is that it’s a parallel existence where perhaps my life split off and went on in a different direction, perhaps due to some fundamental decision that I made somewhere along the timeline.

  • The major ones seem to make a distinct impact, but our lives are of full of choices. Is each one a split off point?

    I don’t know.


    The dream that I woke up from this morning was once again very vivid. Some of the characters in my dream were transplants from my past life and some I didn’t know. But the context of the dream made complete sense. I’ve thought of these dreams as being an opportunity for my subconscious to process previous events in my life that still needed sorting out and reconciling in some way, or to convey a message to my conscience or subconscious for some reason.

    I’ve made several very deliberate big changes in my life based on my spiritual convictions. As we all know, none of us make all of our decisions out of absolute certainty that we’re doing the right thing. There’s always a process and a lot of conflict involved when it comes to major decisions. We don’t find out for sure until after the decision. Ironic how that works.

    But I realized there are these recurring themes in my dreams that seem to revolve around these major timeline points, and they may be an indicator of a major split off that happened that was particularly profound. When these recurring themes appear perhaps it’s not us still wrestling with a particularly difficult or traumatic decision or time or event, but maybe they are snap shots and short glimpses into where that life went as it kept on going.

    I don’t mean to be enigmatic here, but the more I thought about this the more clear it became that these recurring themes seem to revolve around these points in my timeline where major changes took place. Naturally these are significant changes on their own, but let’s examine it in the light of parallel worlds occurring concurrently with this one.

    Let me use one example from my life, not the subject of last night’s dream but a good one.

    Yes, that’s where it comes from, just like the judge’s gavel.

    Oh No! I Didn’t Get My Freemasonic Mortar Board Hat!!

    I left University after 4 years and pretty much just wandered into my mystical hippy-type searching years. I had a backpack of books and hit the road for California to “find the truth” and meet like-minded people I thought would be there.

    I didn’t graduate. I changed majors every semester.  I was totally restless and uncertain not of just what I wanted to do, but who the heck I was and what was I here on earth for? You know, the light stuff…ha. But as a result I didn’t qualify for the philosophy degree I was apparently signed up for.

    My authoritarian corporatist father with his high falutin’ doctorate degree was pissed and thereupon smothered me in silence, as was his way. I can understand from his paradigm – he paid for my schooling and I rejected the whole ball of wax. He remained silent about this until his death but I suffered guilt about this apparently because I had recurring dreams for years about this missing “degree” I supposedly should have gotten.

    Was I sorting out buried guilt? Clearly at the least father issues are a biggie for most people. Is that’s what’s sorting out? Are we replaying old fears repeatedly due to old programming? Or are some of these dreams parallel lives where I go on to “face the consequences” for not having a degree back in a world when it mattered?  Could they be a mixture? Does our dream life evolve with our coming into greater conscious awareness?

    I think that’s part of it, but I really don’t know.

    I have to say, though, this new understanding of themes as a possible link to parallel worlds has had an immediate wonderful effect of helping me detach from these very involved, personal and often intense dreams and observe them much more objectively.

    And I like that. It’s not conscious, not bound up in emotion.

    The Freud Fraud

    While we’re at it, let’s think just what has shaped our idea of dreams and what they mean. Unfortunately, for recent generations the dark aspected satanic Sabbatean Sigmund Freud had a profound effect on people’s lives and attitudes. And what did he do?

    He hyper-sexualized just about everything.

    I mean, talk about debasing the human psyche. Sure, sexuality is involved in our human experience, but c’mon. Everything has a penis fixation? Or the perv Oedipus is involved, etc. etc.?

    Is this heavily promoted social engineering twisted shrink’s teachings why we attach guilt to our overall concept of dreams, that we’re struggling to come to terms with what we refuse to acknowledge in our awake lives?

    Talk about negativity and suppressive guilt! This brand of psycho-offal you can smell a mile away.

    It doesn’t deserve study, it needs to be flushed down the toilet.

    Oh, I know there’s some truth to it, how else can they sell it. You wanna sift the outhouse for corn kernels? Not me. I’ve learned to trust my sense of smell. Besides, there isn’t time to get tripped off, diverted or hijacked by phony snake oil salesmen, “hope and change” or new agey belief bullshit.

    Trust your gut.

    Parallel Worlds

    There’s a lot written about this subject and the potential for infinite worlds, a literal multiverse of endless potential. Quite remarkable from our little earthly standpoint and our seeming four dimensional reality. Our mental understanding is so limited, while our consciousness not only already knows this boundless potential, but is connected to and experiences it continually.

    Ours is to let that arise within and without us and let it supersede our clod-bound minds, sense of self, and perception of our surroundings.

    If we do subscribe to that parallel universe understanding, then it is no wonder dreams may seem disjointed and nonsensical. Perhaps several parallel lives are peeking through and overlapping on occasion. I do know that sometimes for me it appears to be another reality construct that is not the continuation of this one, and more so as the vibrational times keep changing.

    And that understanding resonates with me.

    Some people have amazing gifts regarding seeing and understanding this phenomenon. Physicists flatly say there are at least 11 dimensions right now floating around us without time being a factor. Others say there are at least 100 dimensions. Knowing the pace of modern science vs consciousness I think they’ll get to that infinite potential number pretty quick when they finally realize the multiverse cannot be put in their test tube bottles and labelled and filed away. I.e. the mind will never grasp it.

    Never. It’s beyond mind, little men, let it go.

    Any way you perceive it, this is definitely something to keep researching and following, looking for those hints and nudges to find out more about how we can continue to tap into this infinite potential.

    Recurring Dreams

    Besides these recurring themes, there’s only been one dream in my life that I kept having over and over. I’ve written about this before, but it happened between the ages of 5 and 7. It’s still as vivid to me now as it was then over 5 decades ago.

    And I consider it quite significant for me.

    Again, there are parallel worlds and collectively our planet is making decisions daily as to its course into the future. I don’t know what’s set or what isn’t, but I suppose it runs on possibilities with some outcomes more likely than others at any given time. I don’t pretend to know all the factors that influence us or all the mechanics, but I know it’s a hell of a lot more than what we’re taught or told or supposedly “allowed to know” by those engineering this current matrix and the control of its inhabitants.

    The Dream

    The world was erupting. Volcanoes were going off everywhere. It was the end of the world.

    I fled to a familiar spot where I used to play with my friends. It was also one of those “cut through the neighborhood” short cuts to get between streets.

    I had to run because lava was coming towards me down a slight embankment. I was seeing two scenes at once. The neighborhood I was in and the place I had fled to, but I could see the landscape of the world was all having the same volcanic phenomenon. There was nowhere to run for anybody and you could only find temporary relief until the eruptions and lava reached you.

    I was in this driveway we used to play in as the lava approached. One side of the driveway had a huge hedge, way tall in front of some large trees. As I looked around suddenly a hole opened up in the hedge. I was about 2 feet wide and around chest high for my little body. I ran over to it and dove in head first.

    Shot Into Space

    The next thing I knew this giant vacuum hose somehow immediately sent me flying into space. It was amazing. There I was with my arms outstretched floating perfectly silently into outer space. Earth was nowhere to be seen. I was out there! Just sailing in perfect stillness, marveling at the view.

    And I woke up. I may have had this dream 8 to 10 times.

    Every time the exact same dream. No variations that I recall. It was disturbing and yet really, really beautiful and peaceful at the same time. I’ve always been fascinated by volcanoes and major earth changes. The awesome power of nature just feels right when you appreciate it. Really puts us in our puny place in the grand scheme of things.

    The escape hatch? The stargate express to freedom?

    Who knows. Maybe something like that will open up to us. Maybe it symbolizes the death experience and our consciousness just goes back to where it came from. The fascination for wormholes and stargates certainly attests to that archetype having a strong influence on us. The existence of such portals has been portrayed for millennia so I tend to think there’s real substance to it.

    And mind you, at 5 to 7 years old there was no wormhole or stargate teaching going on in the 50′s, at least that I ever heard about. We did have Flash Gordon and his cardboard spaceship and hokey dinosaur movies, but they were enough to stimulate our little imaginations.

    Today’s high tech entertainment leaves little for the imagination…they do all the imagining for their target audience and steer the poor unsuspecting kids into dark satanic netherworlds and gratuitous violence. More engineering at work.


    The subject of dreams deserves serious attention. There’s so much to learn if we can process the fullness of our conscious and even unconscious experience. If our perspective doesn’t take everything into consideration we’re operating on partial understanding.

    That’s the beauty of consciousness. It’s like having a built in wormhole to everything if we can learn to access it fully. All possibility, as David Icke says, awaits us.

    We just need to fully be who we already are.

    Here’s to turning it all on!

    Warp speed anyone?

    Much love, Zen

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