An Assortment of Questions on Dreaming

Deep inside my mind, I am bioluminescent. It is blue-green, or is it purple?

I illuminate when I’ve done something novel or have a new emotion, what body and I have never felt or seen before. They rush to it like magnetic light sensors, poring over and recording the information. Cooling it for storage.

Like when I recently read the fourth novel in a series, I was surprised and excited by the story line in a way that I had not been by the prequels.

For three nights after, in my dreams I re-read the first three novels in their entirety; what I was able to perceive was either text verbatim or images I had conjured from the text, and very brief. Or rather I dreamed a group of beings excited in a bright blue way, scanning photographic images of the previous books for details, and it was as if the door was shut to where they had been reading. In one of the moments I got in (seemingly lost in the gigantic place I had been wandering), they were giggling with delight over one of the saucier moments of the plot line. As if my eyes contained a save scanner like the newfangled copy machine in my office; it never forgets an image.

I remembered no other dream those nights, and upon waking each morning knew that my mind had been fully and actively dreaming [to none of which I had been privy except the definitive sense that I was] reviewing each page of the previous three novels.

It was as if the theatre was taken and I was unable to use the screen. They were not telling me a story that evening, they were watching one they had not seen before.

Some will argue that this was another a part of me. To that I say WHY WOULD IT BE ME? Here come the questions:

*Why would any part of me go back over something without my consent and without need, considering that I remember it all perfectly here in my RAM?
*If something is being stored into my ROM, then what sense chooses and organizes the information, copies it over for the long haul? Did I “subconsciously” decide to retrieve and review the information? There must be an intelligence guiding my dreams and memory, but is it mine?
*Is there any logical reason why my “subconscious” mind would pull out related memories and review them [novels which I consciously - AND in the dream - was able to recall with crystal clarity], other than the conclusion that to some part of me, these details were not known? Why wouldn’t I already know every detail, unless the beings reading are separate from my conscious mind? Why would I be watching myself react to it again, and in a way that is not me?
*If I was able to consciously remember these novels, and I remembered them in the dream [which I knew was a dream], does that make the lucid dreamer consciously awake? And if I am lucid in a dream, exactly WHO does every other entity represent? Other “me’s” of which I am not conscious? Really? Just how many “me’s” can there be inside me exactly?

I think that there may only be one.

*If dreams represent the compiling and sorting of information with the intention of obtaining a recall system for potential future need, am I in charge of ranking the information’s importance?
*If they (my “subconscious” mind) are then separate from my own conscious mind, would this not constitute by definition a separate being?

Where mind is uncomplicated, body is unthinkably complex. A mind is just one pure thing doing what it does, the ‘learning’. It is only when evidence has been appropriately compiled that you make it to the ‘knowing’ - there must be a physical construct for the layers of logic to spiral on. Body’s small size makes it easy to store the knowing, and learn while undertaking the task of managing the information you perceive. Without the evidence body stores for you, you know nothing. Nobody would.

When you die, it is likely you know nothing….unless you reincarnate into a body that already knows what you knew, and that body would have to be related to your previous body, or it would not be you because the evidence stored would be different. Maybe you’ve learned all you can from the evidence compiled over the eons, or maybe there is only so much to learn before you choose to leave your line and start a new one.

How could we ever learn the program? Does a fractal ever collapse into a predictable pattern?

Is it always random walk, this dance that we and bees do?