When I die I want to come back as a bird. For some reason I have always believed that when death happens, souls are recycled and stuffed into some sort of physical shell for another go ’round, whether in human form or some other living thing that can accept a soul. To me, this explains some things like deja vu or certain dream patterns. My theory is that your brain dreams as it has been tought to think through repetition. A lot of my dreams are based on the sensation of flying, so maybe I’ve already been a bird. Birds have always amazed me as I watch them fly so freely, without boundaries or restrictions. They seemingly have no limitations and although their brains are relatively small compared to humans, their simplicity is quite brilliant and their intelligence is very apparent if you take the time to really observe them.
I have two recurring dreams. One of these I’ve been having since I was in kindergarten and I still have this dream every so often to this day. I guess the best way I can describe it is a series of rounded shapes, gray in color, slowly moving around, bumping into each other, sometimes merging into new shapes. It’s almost like what goes on inside a lava lamp. The speed in which the shapes move changes but never goes too fast. There is no sound, no feelings associated with anything, just the movement of these shapes. I have no idea what it means, I only know I’ve been having this one dream for 43 years. Read the full post »




