idk how many of you peoples tried it but when you sleep purposely more than usual you get those weird dreams and like 10 of them in a row. You dont remember them may be like 3 out of 10 but the only thing u do know thats its like Kabbalah stuff. thats crazy i did it once and preffer not doing it again!!!
I can only remember significant dreams, some having to do with my dad but others actually helped me to make key decisions in my life. I wasn't the least bit religious at this time but I had a couple of reoccuring dreams which helped me to decide to break up with a guy I dated in college in 1992. To set it up, (briefly) , one day I'd gone into his bedroom and noticed that he had full bottles of medications (pills)...I didn't know what they were for but it's significant. THe next day, I was at his home again and found myself innocently going through his photo album. When I closed the album, a peice of paper flew out of it. The peice of paper was actually a prescription for Ridlin, and a few other medications for different forms of depression. (Manic and clinical).
I left his home in a hurry (making up an excuse)...and found myself going to sleep on my discovery. Since he was a piano player, what I heard in my dream was him playing a beautiful tune. As I got closer to him, he was smiling as if he was dedicating the song to me. The dream ended abruptly and I remember feeling a sense of relief. I dozed back off...and all of a sudden I was standing in his foyer. I didn't hear the beautiful tune he'd written and played for me at THAT time . Instead, I heard manic piano playing...almost demonic. When I approached the noise, I noticed that he was sitting at his piano with his hair flailing about, wildly...he stared at me while playing this song that didnt' make sense and lunged at me....I WOKE UP and decided that that morning I would break up with him. I didn't feel safe.
Realize that I had nothing to go on but the prescription, and those reoccuring dreams. WHy is it that a day later, he brings me a few things I left at his house plus a folder full of typed out papers. The wording was disturbing at best...I was never referred to as "Erica" in the text..only 'she' and 'her'... He was keeping tabs on me and actually typed out 10 pages of surveylance after every visit. I tore the folder and papers within it up in half (after he left)... and threw them in the garbage.
That was a bit long but the point I'm trying to make is that sometimes our dreams give us ideas on how to combat things, situations, and people in our concious lives. This is not the first time my dreams have led me to make monumental decisions in my lfe. Reoccuring dreams are like a never-ending novel but with a message you're supposed to take seriously once you wake up; there is a chance that what you dreamed about could help you solve difficult problems.