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How do we know we exist? Could this be a dream? Blessings...Miles
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Descrates thinks so.
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Edited by
Jeanniebean
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Tue 02/24/09 12:45 PM
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Descrates thinks so. I believe the only way we know that we exist is that we think. I think therefore I am. We live in a thought created universe and it is a dream universe. Did you dream last night? I did. Along with that came an entire universe of people and things and time and space. I did not question where it came from and I was not aware I was dreaming until I woke up. Where did that universe go when I woke up? Where will this one go when I wake up? It will be like a fading dream, just as other dreams fade.  |
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http://www.springfieldcolorado.com/poems/dreamworld.html The above link is to a page on my site with the poem below, but it has neat pictures and background to go with it. Illusions The Mountain Last night I climbed a mountain in my sleep. It stood before me wondrous and steep. And at the top I opened up a flask, And drank some wine to celebrate the task. My two companions shared the victory. We viewed the world before us, as far as we could see. The wind, the birds, the sky, the lakes below. We might have stayed, but we had to go.  Then something plucked me from the mountain top. I watched it disappear, I could not stop. I awoke, still with the smell of lake and air. I could not find the mountain anywhere. With the memory still within my waking brain, My friends, I yearn to see them both again. Now I walk across the prairie, flat and bare, I think of my companions, the mountain, lakes and air. These are the illusions, that are not really here. The dreams that fade, the friends that disappear. I love this vast and open land, with snake and fowl and stone. I wait for God to pluck me up and take me to my home. |
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http://www.springfieldcolorado.com/poems/dreamworld.html The above link is to a page on my site with the poem below, but it has neat pictures and background to go with it. Illusions The Mountain Last night I climbed a mountain in my sleep. It stood before me wondrous and steep. And at the top I opened up a flask, And drank some wine to celebrate the task. My two companions shared the victory. We viewed the world before us, as far as we could see. The wind, the birds, the sky, the lakes below. We might have stayed, but we had to go. Then something plucked me from the mountain top. I watched it disappear, I could not stop. I awoke, still with the smell of lake and air. I could not find the mountain anywhere. With the memory still within my waking brain, My friends, I yearn to see them both again. Now I walk across the prairie, flat and bare, I think of my companions, the mountain, lakes and air. These are the illusions, that are not really here. The dreams that fade, the friends that disappear. I love this vast and open land, with snake and fowl and stone. I wait for God to pluck me up and take me to my home. Nice
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http://www.springfieldcolorado.com/poems/dreamworld.html The above link is to a page on my site with the poem below, but it has neat pictures and background to go with it. Illusions The Mountain Last night I climbed a mountain in my sleep. It stood before me wondrous and steep. And at the top I opened up a flask, And drank some wine to celebrate the task. My two companions shared the victory. We viewed the world before us, as far as we could see. The wind, the birds, the sky, the lakes below. We might have stayed, but we had to go. Then something plucked me from the mountain top. I watched it disappear, I could not stop. I awoke, still with the smell of lake and air. I could not find the mountain anywhere. With the memory still within my waking brain, My friends, I yearn to see them both again. Now I walk across the prairie, flat and bare, I think of my companions, the mountain, lakes and air. These are the illusions, that are not really here. The dreams that fade, the friends that disappear. I love this vast and open land, with snake and fowl and stone. I wait for God to pluck me up and take me to my home. Nice
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Descrates thinks so. I believe the only way we know that we exist is that we think. I think therefore I am. We live in a thought created universe and it is a dream universe. Did you dream last night? I did. Along with that came an entire universe of people and things and time and space. I did not question where it came from and I was not aware I was dreaming until I woke up. Where did that universe go when I woke up? Where will this one go when I wake up? It will be like a fading dream, just as other dreams fade. Then there is that whole "evil god that has the master brain theory" The one where he is playing a big joke on us, making us think we exist. Not sure who came up with that idea, but wasn't that one of the arguments against the "I think therefor I am" thing? Either way I still think I am sitting here typing on a computer in the middle of the night. |
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Either way I still think I am sitting here typing on a computer in the middle of the night. I think it was Einstein that said: This is an illusion, albeit a persistent one.  We are trapped in a persistent illusion. Or is it a holographic program? |
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How do we know we exist? Could this be a dream? Blessings...Miles Since it is we who determine what the nature of "existence" is, it's pretty much our decision. I choose existence. 
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NO dream I have ever had lasted this long, or was this ****ty.
Usually I can make my dreams end how I want, dammit this dream needs to tighten up and let me create my favorite things . . . . BAH!! |
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NO dream I have ever had lasted this long, or was this ****ty. Usually I can make my dreams end how I want, dammit this dream needs to tighten up and let me create my favorite things . . . . BAH!! The dream only seems long when you are in it. After you wake up it fades away into nothing. If you know how to control your dreams with your thoughts (not as easy as it sounds, I've tried it) then you begin to learn how to control this reality with your thoughts. It is a thought created universe. |
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My teenage son said this on the matter...
"Dad, you have to be alive in order to dream..."  Case closed. |
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My teenage son said this on the matter... "Dad, you have to be alive in order to dream..." Case closed. Then we must be alive... somewhere in some other dimension perhaps. |
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My teenage son said this on the matter... "Dad, you have to be alive in order to dream..." Case closed. makes sense to me |
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Edited by
Jeanniebean
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Sat 02/28/09 02:56 PM
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The strangest dream.....
I dreamed I woke up. I clearly had been sleeping. I sat on the edge of my bed thinking I was awake. Then I woke up. "Hey," I thought, "that dream of waking up was... just a dream!" Then I woke up... again. This happened five times right in a row!! The fifth and last time of waking up, I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed. Guess what I was thinking? I was thinking....Is this it? Is this reality? ...or maybe... this too is a dream. And here I am. Stuck is some dream. I can't wake up I guess. (A true story.) |
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 I believe we dont exist because this is a holographic reality
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Nope, just checked. I still don't exist. You must be hallucinating again ...
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I think pain is too real for this to be a dream. Death might be the beginning of a permanent dream, who knows? But life itself is not a dream. Otherwise what would be the point of sleeping?
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Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream.... |
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Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream.... All is Maya ... (That's my fav song Freek ... ) BUT, I still don't exist ...
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