If you are a reading of EsotericDaily.com, then you know the importance of dreams. And here I go again trying to relate their importance. For those not familiar with my dream history, here is an overview: I once posted a post in a dream; and don't know when, where, or how. Then I wrote about how an old friend who died some years before, came to me in a dream and asked me to lie down on futon beside him. Which I didn't, and know if I had I would have died. I told him "I'm not ready," and didn't die down beside him.
Of the hundreds of dreams I've interpreted, my favorite is Dream #689. In that dream I cross the infamous "bridge" we all come across in our dreams. If you haven't crossed you dream bridge yet, please do. In simple terms, the bridge in your dream is that person, job, or faith in your life that is holding you back. Once you awaken to that, you will live.
Today, I want to write about people who woke up from sleep with a new life. Yes, it happens.
Caedmon, (c. 657-684), wrote the oldest surviving English language poem, which wikipedia deciphers as :
Nū scylun hergan hefaenrīcaes Uard, |
Now [we] shall honour / heaven-kingdom's guardian, heaven for a roof, / holy creator. |
Caedmon was an illiterate herdsman, who went to sleep one night, and in his dream a stranger appeared to him singing the “verses which he had never heard.” When Caedmon awoke, he was a poet and wrote his very educated poems.
That's not all, a google search will given you many others, of which here are a few:
That's all I have to share today, so dream, for life is but a dream.









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