In late summer 2001 my wife drew my attention to a little irregularly shaped spot on the back of my left elbow. Thoughtfully I examined it in the mirror. It was clear to me that it could be serious, but it was so small that I decided to wait and observe to see if it would grow or move in shape or color. I was alerted but not alarmed and forgot it during the day. The following night I had this dream:

8.13.2001

I was in a culture where suicide was an accepted decision, I was lying in the hospital waiting for the bandage with the killing poison, which would be placed over the vein on my left elbow. I was somewhat tense and the nurse said I should lie in a side position to avoid suffocating due to possible vomiting. Then the bandage was put on my arm--the moment of destiny had arrived. I was somewhat worried and tense in waiting for the moment of death but did not remove the bandage, because it was what I wanted.

Inside me it was very quiet--no thoughts. I was waiting for falling asleep as I knew it from the experience of previous narcosis. Expecting my death and with the certainty I was to experience the most important moment of my life, I woke up.

Interesting in this dream is that the left elbow was taken as a theme although the bandage was placed on the opposite side of the dark spot in question. Also the theme of waiting was put on the inner stage. But at that time I did not really understand the dream because I was somewhat proud about my courage. After the dark spot was discovered I looked at it from time to time over a period of two years. Then again, in late summer, I had the impression that it had moved somewhat and changed its shape.

Now I was a bit more worried but did not decide anything. The following night I had this dream:

9.2.2003

Again, I was in a foreign civilization. This time it was an advanced civilization where I was trained for starflight. I learned how to navigate in various star systems and how to calculate correctly different axes of reality of various galaxies and universes because interdimensional travel was common in that culture. Finally I went on my first journey which was a special adventure.

When the spaceship had accelerated enough, everybody on the ship got a special anesthesia to moderate the existential shock of crossing the speed of light barrier. Then, in order to fuse with the ship which accelerated rapidly, one was whirled into a light beam that was placed in the middle of the ship. It was a somewhat frightening procedure, where one lost his human form, but the anesthetic and an invisible being helped.

I was whirled into the light beam, and by dissolving into the light, I was accelerating incredibly. I became pure accelerating and expanding energy. Because I experienced everything quite consciously, the overwhelming shock catapulted me out of sleep. I was wide awake.

For me these dreams were a very impressive teaching about how dreams can convey very clearly the situation, apart from all mental rationalizations and personal blindness, and how they can indicate the state of the body and the possible fatal consequences. The second dream was very much a kick in my butt.

I wonder how widespread such dreams are in serious situations and how forcefully one has to ignore them by considering them mere fantasies created accidentally by a reduced functioning brain. When will representatives of science and a wider public wake up to the reality of dreams?