Dreams are not shadows

Anyone who has read some of my stories, e.g. “Dreams and Intuitions” will understand that through experiences in my life I have come to the conclusion that dreams are not shadows for me.

I recently read a book that intrigued me and strengthened my belief. It was from Dr. Eben Alexander, a neurosurgeon, in which he tells his near-death experience and explains it scientifically quite well. Title of the book “Proof of Heaven”.

Some of my dreams that I never forgot come to mind. You may say there’s some fantasy involved, but it was real to me.

As an elementary school kid, I dreamed that I was going to heaven and heard a voice, but I couldn’t see who was speaking, so I assumed it was God. He asked me what I wanted to do and I said I would like to go back to Earth because I think it’s beautiful and I haven’t seen so many places. I felt I could act as a kind of guardian angel to protect children.

When I became a teenager I had many questions and crises and still dreams. They dreams changed. I was the only child at home until I was almost 14 years old. We didn’t have a TV at home and I borrowed books about sagas, legends and adventures from a Viennese lending library every week. But no science fiction books. Interest in it came much later. As an apprentice, I had more money to go to the cinema more often.

Nevertheless, I once dreamed that I was traveling through space in an unbreakable, glass, round spaceship. Only my best friends were on board. What could not be missing, for entertainment by the way, was a large room with all the films that were ever produced and several pinball machines. The rest of the time we admired the surrounding universe.

Of course, I also dreamed of meeting the true love of my life. I still believe in true love today, even though I’ve learned in the meantime that it’s something you have to constantly strive for. The most beautiful flower withers if not watered.

In a dream, when I was almost an adult teenager, I met some young women on a street. One very beautiful on the outside, another very rich, but they didn’t touch my heart. Then I met a simple, pretty, natural and loving woman and felt my heart say, that this is the one who really makes me happy. Must have been my Julia, whom I actually met years later.

When I think about these dreams I come to the conclusion, at least for me, that they have something to do with longing for a better, more ideal and more peaceful world. Maybe one day this dream will become reality.