Dreamland GPS

What kind of GPS do you use in your dreams?

This morning before awakening I was doing some traveling in my dreams. I happen to do a lot of traveling in my dreams, which is in stark contrast to how much traveling I do in “real life.” I quite often find myself in places where I used to live and sometimes in places where I’ve never been. I often find myself repeatedly in geographic locations that I am at least vaguely familiar with.

Before I continue I should point out that never in my life have I ever used a GPS device of any kind; not on a phone or in a car. The last car I owned had a GPS device built in but I never once used it in the two and a half years that I owned that car.

Why not? Because I have always believed that the more one relies on an external GPS device, the less one uses their “inner GPS” and the less one uses their “inner GPS” the more it atrophies and the less reliable it becomes. All humans are equipped with an internal GPS system as part of their package of inner senses.

Most Western humans tend to poo-poo their inner senses and rely instead on their outer senses like seeing, hearing, smelling and tasting. That is how we’ve been taught and conditioned. And that is why the inner senses of most humans have atrophied and don’t seem to work anymore. And nowadays we are being conditioned to no longer rely even on our outer senses. We are being taught to rely exclusively on our goddam phones!

But I digress….

In this morning’s dream I found myself in Taos, New Mexico. (For those who do not know, this is a town in the United States!) I technically never lived within the town limits of Taos but for several years I lived high up in the mountains that surround Taos. Hundreds of times I drove down into Taos to go grocery shopping or banking or to the Post Office or to visit the bookstore or to generally connect with humankind. It’s been a little over twenty years since I was last in Taos.

Anyway, in the dream I was in Taos to attend some kind of conference. I couldn’t quite figure out what kind of conference it was except that the attendees were all progressive, forward-thinking, new agey folks. I had no idea why I was there. A small handful of people rushed up to me and started asking me all sorts of questions. Everyone else ignored me.

The strange thing I noticed is that the conference was held on the 54th floor of a tall blue skyscraper. Like I said, it has been over twenty years since I’ve been to Taos but the last time I was there, there sure as hell weren’t any skyscrapers in Taos — and certainly not that tall. When I was last there the tallest structure in the town was the historic Taos Indian Pueblo. I don’t recall any buildings more than three or four stories tall.

And then suddenly the conference broke into a lunch break. The small group of people who had bombarded me with questions invited me to join them. They knew of an exciting new vegan deli in downtown Taos. So I went with them.

The hip new deli turned out to be inside a grocery store. I ordered a lunch and sat down with those people to eat. At some point during the meal I looked up and all those people were gone! They had abandoned me in that vegan deli. I finished my meal (which took all of two seconds) and then went outside into the grocery store/deli parking lot. Across the street were twin white skyscrapers about forty stories tall. In the background behind these two skyscrapers was the much taller blue skyscraper where the conference was being held.

I remember thinking, “Man, the quaint small-town charm of Taos, New Mexico has been totally ruined by all these damn skyscrapers!”

Then I looked around the parking lot and on one side of the parking lot were several automobiles lined up waiting for anyone who needed a car to use one. (How weird is that?) So I got in one of these vehicles to drive back to the big tall blue skyscraper to get back to the conference. It turned out that I had to navigate very narrow back alleyways to get there.

Once in the parking lot in front of the big tall blue skyscraper I stuck my head out the window to look up at the top of the skyscraper. I then decided that I did not want to go back to the stupid conference. So I turned the car around and left. I decided to just drive willy-nilly around “downtown” Taos. I could not believe how many skyscrapers there were. It was definitely not the Taos of my memories. All the new skyscrapers thoroughly changed the town. The vibes of the town were just not the same. But I could FEEL that it was in the exact geographic location of Taos, New Mexico.

And the next thing I knew I was in a rent-a-car driving through downtown Ft. Worth, Texas. WTF? I had just arrived at DFW International Airport and had rented a car and was driving through downtown Ft. Worth looking for Euclid Avenue.

I once lived in Ft. Worth, Texas ever so briefly a hundred years ago. I happen to have a mental aversion to the state of Texas. I lived there for several years a hundred years ago. While I never cared for Ft. Worth all that much I have to say that the vibratory frequency generated by Ft. Worth resonated much better to me than the vibratory frequency generated by Dallas, where I also lived for a little while. It’s all about the vibrations. I rarely enter Texas in the dream state but on the rare occasions that I do it is usually a way for my subconscious to point out a particular vibratory frequency.

So there I was driving around downtown Ft. Worth, Texas looking for Euclid Avenue. During the brief time I lived there I didn’t recall there being a Euclid Avenue in Ft. Worth. I vaguely remember there being a Euclid Avenue in Denver — or was it Colorado Springs? But I’m driving through the city looking for that avenue. I look at the dashboard of my rent-a-car and I realize that the rent-a-car is equipped with GPS. I could turn it on and be quickly given directions to Euclid Ave.

But I vehemently resist! I tell myself that I must not rely on outside GPS; that I must rely on my inner GPS. So I drive around endlessly looking for Euclid Avenue, not finding it.

I should point out that while we all have an inner GPS, which, for most of us, is utterly atrophied, we also have a separate inner GPS in the dream state. This inner dream state GPS is also something we’ve been conditioned to ignore. After all, it only works in silly dreams, right?

So there I was driving a rent-a-car through downtown Ft. Worth, Texas when suddenly the rent-a-car morphs into an SUV and I’m suddenly driving some high mountain road in Colorado. The road is a narrow two-lane highway that follows a canyon. It’s a twisty, curvy road with lots of switchbacks.

I can’t say for sure since I’ve never used a “real-life” GPS system but I am led to believe that most of them have a voice that gives directions. And usually it’s a female voice. “Proceed 300 feet and your destination will be on the left,” or something like that.

I’m driving down this perilous stretch of twisty, curvy mountain road and I hear a male voice saying, “Go south then west. Go south then west. Go south then west.”

I’m not really paying attention to that GPS voice because it takes every bit of my attention to stay on the road and not drive off of it into the deep canyon below.

And then I woke up.

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