The dream this morning from last night was essentially two dreams together. In the first dream I am climbing a wooden utility pole. The pole is about 20 feet high and roughly every 6 feet is a steel band which is about 1 inch thick. The top of the pole has a flat platform that is 1' x 2' wide. One side of the horizontal platform it has a vertical glass window frame.
The scenario in this first dream is a contest. The objective seems to be to claw and shimmy my way up this pole to the top, and them clean the widow at the top with a squeegee, and a towel. A young man on the ground is cheering me on and shouting instructions to me on how to perform the task. It took quite a lot of effort to climb that pole. There was not much to grab on to. My hands tremble and my fingers got sore trying to get a grasp on those metal rings to pull myself up. I cleaned that glass at the top and the kid down below applauds. This concludes the first dream.
The other dream proceeds and takes on a similar feeling. However, this involves a football. The scene takes place on a beach. I see two dark haired young athletic men. The men are facing each other. The guy on the left has a football in his right hand. The guy to the right is talking to the guy with the football and is telling him about the world record for the longest distance football pass. Both guys look down the beach and far down the shore is a very tall ridge of sand. On the ridge is the dark silhouette of a man at the peak. Suddenly, the guy with the football, catapults it in a high arc toward the distant figure of the man. The ball narrowly misses the man's head. The man there never even noticed the near miss. The other young man shouts, "That had to be a least 375 feet!". I wake up at this point.
The overall theme of these dreams seems to be achieving some great feats. My waking world job has had me running all over the state lately. I have been pushed to my limits to achieve an insane amount of work every single night. The constant demand to achieve perfection every time has been exhausting. I had some great results and some major failures.
The dreams embody a sports metaphor. Life and work are very much a game or a contest in many respects. This is the suggestion the dreams seem to be giving me.
In both dreams I am both a spectator and a player. I seem to switch back and forth to being an observer and a participant within the dreams. My dream self is having an in body and out of body experience throughout while the dreams play out. It is difficult to fully describe it. I think I might be becoming my higher conscious at times during the course of the dreams. It is both weird and comfortable at the same time.
These dreams makes me question the true nature of reality and consciousness. Main stream science would question my sanity and dismiss my perception of my lived experience. Screw you science! I know what I saw. Now I need to figure out what it all means.
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