Yes, dreams can be very real, just like a waking life.
Ever in a dream considered you were asleep somewhere?
So, what is the dream and what is the reality, or is there no difference.
Little doubt that Dreams are a key component of the subconscious, some say a gateway to the conscious or that which becomes reality. Myself, I'm not sure, probably because I've always accepted them as being nothing more than Dreams. Regardless I in some respects agree with the above quote, when I say Vivid I mean extremely real dreams with real people I know in the conscious world. Some quite spooky because they are indeed so lifelike, almost like a vision.
I'm not referring to Nightmares or night terrors as some would say, they could indeed be a direct result of personal circumstance in your real world activities brought on by doom and gloom worry. Doesn't that fly in the face of true faith!
I read a recent paper about a book written many years ago that dealt with dreams and the inner self, some say the book is so valuable that it has no value because the owners refuse to let anyone touch it. There is only one copy known to exist. I'll dig that back up and post it.
I'm one who has a semi-photographic come and go memory---I forget certain aspects of certain things but NEVER forget an actual experience, place I've been, or something I've seen. It's weird. The best way to explain this type of memory is like this: I've been places that I know I've never been to before ( EVER ) only to see something that I ( KNOW ) I've seen before----These experiences are those that I consider to be caused by DREAMS. Sound foolish, I'd agree had I not experienced them on many occasions.
How about Visions--any of you ever have a true Vision? Some people call these " OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCES " I've had a couple--one so real I've ever only told one person about it--it was that spooky/scary```~~more so since I'm not one to be shy or afraid of anything. That was instilled into my psyche from an early age by my Father. He began training me at about age 7, all sorts of real life scenarios, soon I was in ( WHAT I CALL ) hand to hand art class--call it what you will, Judo, Karate Chi WTF ever``~~ I was probably just an average student from the physical aspect of the training but very highly skilled from the mental aspect. I learned later that the latter was far more important. The Masters/instructors would always speak to the inner self and how vital it was to understanding the art itself, most people fail to grasp it's importance and fail to achieve their goals. So much of the teachings relate to real life events. Something I've never forgotten.
Anyway--the vision~~ Oddly enough I am a very very light sleeper, that is part of the training, I AM VERY CONSCIOUS of my surroundings no matter where I may find myself, especially when I sleep. I can hear animals, cars, planes, trains anywhere I sleep, wind, weather, rain ETC----So one night while fast asleep I hear the blinds in the bedroom rattle, like the window was open and the wind was blowing through them, only it was cold outside and the windows were locked shut. Despite knowing this I heard it plain as day, there was no mistaking it for what it was so I immediately woke up and began to pull myself out of bed as I looked toward the window, only I was frozen in place, I could not move no matter how hard I tried to do so. Then I noticed a presence in the room, something was holding me down, holding me in place and not allowing me to move. I thought I was just bound up by the blankets, but kicking them off did nothing to free me from the hold something had on me.
All of a sudden for a brief period, a few seconds I felt something on my chest, not heavy but enough weight to get my attention. I say to myself okay since I can't move I guess this is it, how odd I thought. It was then that I made out a dark object a sort of unreal presence, I blinked thinking " HELL I'M JUST DREAMING " kind of go back to sleep, but Then the weight lifted just as I open my eyes, the blinds rattled again and the vision was over!
I jumped up happy that I could move and checked the window--it was locked tight. I looked around and my wife was sound asleep, checked on my daughter--sound asleep. Went back to the bedroom and looked outside--nothing.
I named the vision, that's what I've always called it " THE DEMON " only because it was so damn spooky. I had given myself to it since there was absolutely no way that I could move. It was an experience where every detail is something I will never forget. The best way to describe it is " A COMFORTABLE YET COMPLETELY HELPLESS FEELING "Bring Em Home Cole