I enjoy it when I remember my dreams. We all dream though not all of us remember our dreams. Some of us prefer not to remember our dreams because they are violent or unsettling in some way. When I was a child my dreams were scary and unsettling, but as an adult most of the dreams I remember are good dreams.

I have three main categories of dreams. My first type is normal dreams where everything is somewhat mundane, or normal. I am doing something, talking with someone I know, or on some sort of quest, usually of undetermined origin and outcome. These dreams are straightforward, and in most instances not too much different than normal waking life.

A second type of dream I have takes on a different aspect. Usually these are teaching or learning dreams. I meet with an individual or group of individuals. These meetings are generally one time occurrences, though I have had them as long as almost six months, and every night. I have a suspicion that these dreams are not dreams at all, but some part of me in a different dimension or reality.

A third and most interesting type of dream I have is a very rare dream, and involves close family members, usually dead. What I find unique about these dreams is the family member I meet with is somewhere that almost mimics our world perfectly. ‘Almost’, being a keyword.

It is almost as if wherever they are, or wherever it is I go to meet them, the same rules of physics apply, but not quite. The differences are subtle. What I find unique about these dreams is I am both a participant and a thinking observer. The thinking observer part of me notices subtle and not so subtle differences in physics between normal awake time and wherever this type of dream takes place.

Movement is a good starting point. If I am moving a short distance, say across a room, or across a grassy area, I am walking. If I am going farther, I may go sit in a car, but travel is instantaneous. Yet in the dream does not outwardly odd that we traveled anywhere from a few minutes to many hours in the blink of an eye to anyone but in my observational self.

Everything they want to show me is across the street or down the block when the dead person is speaking of it. Uniquely, it happens to be. Buildings must shift and morph, and businesses come and go with the situation. We step outside the front door and whatever was there before is replaced by something else.

Situations are also unique. Examples that tie this all in, are in a dream where I was visiting a family member. When I arrived they were not there, but someone was there who explained to me that the house had been built with a lot of planning and foresight to ensure everything as convenient as possible. The house at first was a pretty normal home, but its floor plan and contents changed as events changed.

Going outside is no different. The home when I arrived, was in a rural area with no close neighbors, or other buildings. Yet when we left the house to go eat, there was the main street of a small town right outside across the street with a buffet across the street and over one business.

We went to the buffet and they had their steam table set up with most of my favorite foods on it. When I filled my plate and walked to our table, other diners were eating foods that were not on the steam table. Empty tables were bussed and clean, though there was no sign of anyone picking up dishes and wiping tables, as people came and went.

There was a trip to an ‘okay’ donut shop ‘close by’. It was right there the next to the buffet. We walked past it without seeing it?  There was a counter and with about eight seats. We all asked for coffee and the people with me asked for their favorite donuts.

The women serving asked me what I wanted. I said nothing except coffee because I am a celiac and can not eat donuts. The woman said they keep some special pastries ‘on hand’ for their celiac customers (who were nowhere in sight). She reached into the corner of the pie case and took out a familiar pastry that looked like it was filled with jelly.

I said I did not think I could eat it because it would make me ill. The woman said smiling, “Why don’t you go ahead and try it, you may be surprised?” I was skeptical, but I took a bite anyway. It tasted like a fresh baked sweet crescent roll, with some vanilla type pudding inside. She smiled and asked what I thought. Of course it was the best pastry I ever had and I told her so. She said it was gluten free, and it was fine for me to eat.

When it was time to leave for home I wanted to take a shower. The shower was right where the closet I put my suitcase in two days before. I reached between the shower curtain and wall, and turned on the hot water. When I started to get in the shower I saw my dirty clothes were in a bag on the closet/shower floor getting wet. I reached to take them out when the person I was visiting saw them and picked them off the shower floor.  After a minute or so of water raining down on them, when I touched them they were almost completely dry.

Before leaving I needed to put some items in a plastic bag so I could take them with me. The family member I was visiting said there was a plastic bag on the shelf to my right. Ok, a few seconds ago there was a door to another room on my right. I took the bag, put my stuff in it and brought it to the car.

I said my goodbye’s, got in my car, and started the engine. It was early in the morning and the sun was about to rise. In an instant I was in bed waking up enough to look at the alarm to see it was about one minute until my alarm would go off.

These are always the most interesting of dreams.