Dreams, what are they?

I don't know if I mentioned it before but one of the side effects of the medications I take is tiredness.

This means that if I sit quietly for any length of time I will fall asleep, I'm sitting yawning fit to break my jaw right now. once asleep I have such vivid and realistic dreams, I am actually in there taking part. Some of them have no bearing or relationship to my life it is so strange. I have for about three years been building a whole existence as part of the Horsemen department of soul collection, I'll maybe put some of the story on here someday.

Having experienced these dreams I am formulating the theory that dreams are not the reorganization of the days events into sense the brain can deal with and file away. But that the brain slips into and experiences a different reality or alternate universe which is every bit as valid as the one we live in. Were we would have been and indeed are had different choices been taken at different stages in our lives e.g. should we take this job or that job each would have led to differing paths on the journey of our lives. What about staying with this partner or that partner each would have had differing emotional make ups which would have meant different needs. Our children would have been different for each partner, differing random combinations of genes, in some realities our children might never have been born and that would have been a great loss to us in this reality but the phrase 'what you don't have you don't miss' is very true. When I was in my early twenties I had the opportunity to emigrate to Australia, I didn't go, but my mother had the same chance to take us all to Australia after my dad died when I was about 12 or 13, we didn't go then either. But I was recently in a reality where I was Opal mining in Townsville, not very successfully I might add, and where I could taste the dust feel the heat and experience the daily lives of the people around me and I was 34 years old and celebrating that in the pub with friends.

 In the past I've been an archeologist, an international lorry driver, a project manager on major construction projects, a merchant seaman and quite often an awful lot of bricklaying jobs around Britain. Not forgetting one of a team of Horsemen, maybe I should explain a little about the Horsemen.
 The department is officially called 'The department of THE FOUR HORSEMEN' it shows no affiliation to any other department of LIFE.

The function of the department is the collection of what we call souls but is in truth the energy of life, the stuff that makes us us and alive. It passes from us on death but must be collected and placed in the energy bank of the universe.

 The department is made up of teams of four Horsemen, each team responsible for specific areas of the plant Earth and the same on various planets around the universe, we are not alone not by a long chalk. There are specialist teams who deal with the energy from dying stars, I'm not going to mention them any further as most of them are just plain weird.

The job of the Horsemen is to travel their area of responsibility collecting the energy of living things as they die, plants, animals, insects and humans in short if it lives it has energy and when it dies this energy has to be collected and returned to the energy bank.

The Horsemen are eternal I have been one for ever or maybe just a day, If you know of no other way of being you have no time frame to relate to how long you have been. Does that make sense it did to me when I started writing it. Why are they called the Horsemen? I've no idea it has always been so. Why is up called up, why is left not right or something else.


Rambling over for today, more rubbish to be spouted anon.

Making a playhouse bed for my grandson Riley, there will be another for Korey afterwards. I already mention this but forgot to give credit for the design and plans for the bed. This is available at the following website  http://ana-white.com/2010/09/playhouse-loft-bed

I'm getting along with it as you can see.