Last night I had an interesting dream. I went back in time about ten years, but kept the knowledge of everything that I had done within those years. What I learned was that the whole “I’d do it all again!” is really not for me. Imagine how boring that would be. In fact, I feel it might be some kind of hell to have to relive the past. Imagine constantly thinking if this was the same thing you did before.
Anyway, within the dream I had a conversation with a friend of mine who I haven’t spoken to in years. It started as a conversation we actually had, a few months after an incident which ended in him giving me a totally unfair black eye. While it was a big enough deal for me for a few days back in the day, we had sorted it out and resolved it. I certainly wouldn’t have thought it was that much of an important incident for me to be dreaming about it years later. The conversation went more or less the same other than we seemed to say things much more intimately than we had done in “real life”.
After we had this revised dream conversation, which included a walk around a strange town, I felt a HUGE weight lifted from me and I spent a bit of time in a very happy and relaxed plane, where my awareness of self seemed to be much wider than normal. I remember thinking (knowing?) that this was important.