If life is a dream and you realize it, would you end it? by Kyle Phoenix

My "sleeping” dreams are of three variety:

1. mishmash emotional fragments and images that I can identify as a mishmash;
2. spiritual contact dreams mainly with the dead and a Pisces cousin who I think is very psychic, hence his personal insanity and then sometimes his daughter (whom I've never physically met)...I think his intrusion is guilt and attraction driven and the wrestling with his sexuality…typical Pisces;
3. the third are dreams of the future and piggyback dreams where you're like on the shoulder of another person but if you "push" exert or weight your own identity to much. Once a group of Asian people came up to me and asked me directions and I answered them back in perfect Japanese. The idea struck me that I was speaking it and then I took stock of myself and realized I was a 15 year old Japanese girl. As soon as I did that the connection broke.

I've dreamt of myself three times in the future, twice as an old man---NYC looks slightly different, more lights, and a third time as a descendant, great grand child, in the year 2212. If you don't push too hard it’s like you can direct their attention slightly. I was able to get him to look at a video-magazine for the date. A disaster happens and I think that witnessing it makes the link momentarily because a similar disaster occurs around me as an old man that I see.

I think it resonates through my line.

My great grand child , I got him to look in a mirror and he looked like me slightly or like my looks passed down, and mixed.

The future dreams are always come to pass and in lucid dreams, I fly and manipulate time and matter, especially once I realize its game time. There are moments now "awake" when I think something, want for something, "push" unconscious to outcome or sort of in a peripheral way and things happen, come to pass. I believe this reality is a form or level or reality, when I've dreamt of the dead they're "somewhere" else but not gone gone.

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What has been the most reassuring dream you've had? by Kyle Phoenix

My mother died on a Wednesday morning as I was getting her dressed for a doctors appointment. Her last words to me were, "Kyle, I love you.". I performed CPR and within five minutes emts and firefighters were there and turned the living room into an ER. Twenty minutes later I called it, and almost a dozen people sort of whooshed out of the apartment within 15 minutes.

Before dealing with the hospital and funeral home I laid down to cry and sleep. I was asleep for about 4 hours.

In the vision was a mausoleum, crypt, gazebo in a dense woods. My mother walked out of the forest and came up and hugged me. She was in a dark dress, her hair done shoes. In life shed had a leg amputated, was obese, had lost her hair and was not in good shape visually. She comforted me and then lead me into the structure where four of my living cousins were hovering in midair, she pointed out that they had been good to her.

The next scene was light a court where she presided over my stepfather and his daughter (deep greed and lying issues) came before her and had to kneel. My godmother said that in death our spirits must answer to those we've done ill to.

A couple of days layer I dreamt that my mother was at the top corner of the ceiling, floating and I reached out for her to take me with her. The scene changed to the room sort of and us on the bed and that I had a choice. We were one one side of the chasm and there was another, a deep gash in the earth below. I chose to slide down, cross the stream of water and climb back up to another side that was a full office of my books, some I've published, others, I didn't recognize and I slowly walked out of that office/hallway, gallery.

Prior to her dying, two years before I went to live at her house, she had strokes, the amputation, she would come incessantly in my dreams to come to her. I'm talking like four nights a week, I began dreading sleep. In this reality she was steadily getting sicker and finally I went.

Two more dreams happened there I Charlotte. She was in a diabetic rehab, I was at the house. I'd taken my constitutional walk and come in to nap. My grandmother dead over 20 years came roaring to me in my dream to wake up, wake up, my mother was in danger. I jump up, rush on the bus, get there and my mother I in her bed, fine. Shed been moved, away from the pictures on her dresser including my grandmother due to a mass flooding of the unit.

2nd dream. We've decided to leave Charlotte, leave her husband, move back to NYC. But I'm still on the doubt fence, move, move an invalid, empty a 3bdrm house, transport close to 1000 miles, doctors, money, medication, travel arrangements in-between. A lot.

Its Tuesday.
We're to leave on Sunday. She says she wants to die and be buried with family , mother and sister in NY.
I'm now at 60% No, 40% Yes. Its just such an undertaking.....

I go to sleep.
I'm in a loft, like my inner sanctum in bed and five trees, beings, forms come over to me and start reforming. They tell me sometimes you have to break the rules to do what's right.
The five reform into the dead brigade.
My grandmother.
My uncle.
My oldest aunt.
My youngest aunt.
A female cousin.
They keep reiterating I must do what my mother wants.

All dead.

I woke up energized and committed, we left Sunday.

Now the dead brigade had been regularly visiting me for years as they died. I think I was to get me comfortable with death itself. To handle things, to counsel, to take action physically and spiritually.

My mother dream visits, most recently on her birthday but they e massively tapered off. And my mothers death, for a decade my greatest fear, was easy like cream. I was so accepting of her wishes and end that I thought I was crazy. I'm not sad she's dead, because she's somewhere else. I'm sometimes even glad she's gone, no longer in pain, no longer needy, no longer such a weight at me. I miss her as my friend, she was one of the top 5 smartest friends I've ever had. But I'm glad the manipulative, narcissistic person is gone too. I discovered that I too was addicted to her abuse and that therapy and terminal state shifted me to becoming the sympathetic, empathetic parent who was her companion/parent to the end. Full circle parenting between us as she'd always felt more like my sister, child than absolute parent.

I can still feel the connection that I could in life. It used to be a rope but now it feels like a thread, maybe a steel filament, strong but thin.

What I know for sure, is all that they have told me, death is a transition to another state, form, something. We can visit there as they visit here but I agree with Pragh, it feels like differing frequencies so the messaging is audio, visual, language, emotion, all at once----its a broad spectrum communication all at once.

And our dreams are the superhighway.....

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Kyle Phoenix Answers: Could our dreams be from parallel universes?

I believe so.

I often dream of myself, my family, etc with slight but significant changes. Houses are different but still familiar, relationships exist, I am me but slightly different. People who are dead are alive.
I believe that those we consider dead are simply some place else. That there is a some place else. That religion and myth and folklore have distorted the glimpses we get of that other place.

My grandmother, aunts, uncle, cousins and parents have all died and yet for decades I've had interactions with them in something that is unlike the same"feel" as a dream.

I think we all sense something.....else, something more. Why we resonate so deeply with some entertainment representations like the Force. That somehow, perhaps beyond our ability now resides the ability to access that. A short Tim ago airplanes, even hot air balloons, flying for man was impossible, a feat beyond the limit we knew. Space travel. Going to the moon. Deep sea exploring. Submarines. Right this moment there are thousands of people living underwater. There are at least a million people, perfectly say hurtling through the air at hundreds of miles an hour. I am typing this missive, that the whole world with access can see in a minute of clicking Submit from a combination phone, computer, calendar, camera that my grandmother , whom I not only remember the feel of her skinny hands but her voice, never saw, could e imagined. I have pictures of the living and dead on this palm sized object. I have not one but several of my published works saved on it.

Consider this. I brought this up in a class at Columbia, the 21st century has afforded us the ability to leave our bodies. Our consciousness is no longer singularly trapped to our physical presence. Right this writing moment, in this space and time I am in a building in Manhattan but I am also on your screen yet I am also in Quoras servers. If you Google my name videos of me will appear from YouTube, blogs, books, tweets, tv shows....i am no longer a singular locality, my consciousness is in a limited, recorded form dispersed not only across the planet but for the past nine years, the tv show has also released me, my thoughts into space.

That's all occurred within the lifetime of someone still alive, that was invented accessed I the span of some living humans lifetime right now. I write this alive but as you read this I could be dead. This digital missive will outlive me surely. Yet in two hundred years someone will be able to datamine me, perhaps the totality of a palm sized drive----I've written thousands of articles, books, videos, tv shows and from that and the journals I have---reconstruct a pretty good simulacra of me. You could Google me now and see my self in a hundred ways.

Is it so hard to believe then that our minds are doing a similar process?
We've trivialized dreams because we lack the language and technology to access them to assess them.
Just as we did birds.
And space travel.
And the device you're looking at.

My mother died twice in front of me. The first time I gave her aid and she revived but a week later it happened again. The day before I was upset at all the challenges of caring for a terminal person and in a very detached way she told me she wanted to die. That last week, she refused to eat, much to my chagrin. In retrospect now I can see intent to die or her part. I can see how it was me holding her here. So she dies despite my cpr and an whole hour of valiant medical triage on the living room floor by the emts and fire fighters. They had to pull one guy off because he refused to give up. Finally I called it and she and this wave of folk leave. I collapse in tears for a nap, a rest.

My mother comes to me through a forest next like a marble gazebo and hugs me, thanks me then she shows me relatives who helped her truly in life.
I wake up and it's a few hours later and I think ok, wow.

Then in grief again a few days later in reaching up for her, I want to go through the wall ceiling with her. She's in another place, a heavier...its the only word to describe it....place and she's ok but she's like she's not where I'm at but I'm trying to come across. I have to choose. I slip down a chasm, like a valley with a riverbed and high mountain walls and crawl back up this side where ironically there are books, computers, representations of my work but across the chasm is her, another place.
Weeks later in on a street corner in what I first think is just a dream then my dead cousin, who was like a sister comes to me and says as she leads me into a building, that my mother is ok, its just another place. In the building, there are windows, I climb through one.

I am in a place of perpetual night. Its heavy but it's literally a bridge. On 135th and Broadway in Manhattan the subway has come up above ground for ten blocks then goes back underground and my mentor is standing there and she starts talking to me about this other place. She was a huge bebop jazz fan and she's trying to explain---in get this light flashes, music snippets and language that this is the bridge, that the " inimical is inverted". Not only was she a wordsmith, she was a writer but she was a very powerful person spiritually.

My dead aunt is at the top of a spiral staircase. By now these visitations have been going on for years. On the staircase is her son, a level below , a ne'er do well permanent criminal convict but next to me is a little girl. Its heavy again, the heaviness is how I can tell the difference. My aunt says her son is able to discern this but drugs and mental imbalance mess him up from understanding this. I'm sarcastically say he's a Pisces. But who's the girl? The girl turns to me because she can discern our conversation and I realize she's his daughter, who I knew existed but was only baby. This girl is maybe nine. We have never met only the previous cousin, his sister knows her. My aunt is both cousins mother. My aunt says the little girl can see and hear us too. I look around and this metal spiral staircase is in a building but unattached to it.
I'm in an apartment. I go through several rooms and my grandmother is in the living room as the front door opens and my aunt comes in. My grandmother is like he's here again, he keeps coming here. My aunt is slightly frustrated. I go into another room.

I'm walking down a street in Manhattan, I'm older than now, maybe my 70s and I look up. Something pushes planes back and up to a 90 degree angle. What I mean is if you put out your head level and the raise it up. I'm watching this.
Several years later again I'm in a heavy dream-vision and the airplanes are flipped back by a force. Not an explosion that's visible but there are damaged buildings. I help people out of the buildings. There are refugee camps set up in parks. I realize I am me---I have no better way to explain it, its like if you're in a store and remember to get eggs when you'd been reminding yourself all day. Suddenly I am Kyle....TOO. Its like I'm piggybacking onto this body, consciousness. I immediately recognize he's not me but I'm present, not the absolute driver but like a drivers ed teacher in the passenger seat with another set of controls. I'm afraid to push my luck for control but I can feel a little bit of give. I think maybe if I can get him to look at a reflection, a glass surface I can see the face. We/i go into an underground mall area---things are futuristic but not too far. Everything looks sleek and rounded edges like an IPAD. More lights but nothing incredible other than whatever disaster triggered the wave? Of destruction. I finally get him to look at a glass pane----now he looks completely different by similar in coloring. It never occurred to me that I was in a"when" not just "another" place.
He looks faintly like an older child or grand child of me genetically. He resembles me removed. Descendant? Now I'm like the sleeker architecture makes sense, I originally thought I was in another city because the parks looked like San Francisco or maybe Midwestern. I gently steer him to try to see a magazine or newspaper for the date. But I can't see any print magazines, in fact there are scraps but not printed stuff because finally on a train platform I see that periodicals are tablets and large screens.
But the year is 2212.

This is a handful of experiences of maybe a dozen where I've had conversations with dead folk and they're not dead as we conceive death which has subsequently changed my perception of death.

What do I believe?
I think you, wherever you are exist just as I exist right now, afternoon, Sunday, Manhattan.
But maybe as you read this its not afternoon, nor Sunday, nor Manhattan, nor 2017. But we are still accessing, bridged by this technology, my phone. In a way, my phone is akin to a wormhole on a very basic level.

Now imagine you sent me a direct message from Your Whenever/Wherever as soon as I hit submit. From Australia, where you are. And that message reaches me now, through time and space.
What if my cellphone and your laptop are Death?
What if some connections are through Quora, some Yahoo, some Gmail?

Quora is Death.
Yahoo is Time..
Gmail is Time and Space. .

Now take it a virtual step further.
Every platform in cyberspace that can send a message to another or a text is a parallel universe or other place?
The landline phone here in the office just ring. I stopped typing and answer it. No one on the other end.
What if that missed, dropped erroneously call is analogous to me calling or being called, connected to my dead and, the little girl---living, relatives. A short accidental, occidental, brief, erratic call that doesn't sustain?

I think like most things humanity is sorta right. Mayhap we don't know time travel because we see it as a vertical time travel. What if time is horizontal or spherical?

We're with our nose to the pavement trying to follow time to the next point and the future and the past are like bubbles floating around us.

I know dreams vs visions and others. We are on an elevator that moves sideways and diagonally. How does your cell or Wi-Fi signal travel, in a straight line? No.
We've discovered space, time and space-time but we still have no concrete idea what those things are.

What is Time? Not what we clock measure but this force that changes, ages, decays, slows, hastens the physical world.


What deeply concerns me or worse suggests to me a limitation in understanding or perceiving something different, are the rigidly narrow Quora answers. That biology and physics don't meet and perhaps mesh. Like biology and mechanics....oh wait there are prosthetics and drugs from chemistry and drugs from nature and we're composed of matter from space.
True science and innovation comes from not No but How could and What if and Believing before seeing.

Massive intellectual dismissal of the so far unknown and spouting of singularity rules and not a more scientific inquirious mind.

Just because we don't doesn't we know it is not. .

A scientist can be just as close minded as a religion person spouting Earth age based on rhetoric or because they say so.

I was saddened to see how little curiosity exploration and genuine marvel at the synthesis of the universe was laid out here. As an aside, perhaps it is my Native and African culture ontological and epistemology plus axiology that allow me to think bigger than just proven science as I know 100-150 years ago most of our current biological interactive forms with technology didn't exist.

Food for thought and thought for food.

Smile, Kyle
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Kyle Phoenix Answers: If life is a dream and you realize it, would you end it?

My "sleeping" dreams are of three variety ----mishmash emotional fragments and images that I can identify as a mishmash; spiritual contact dreams mainly with the dead and a Pisces cousin who I think is very psychic, hence his personal insanity and then sometimes his daughter (whom I've never physically met)...I think his intrusion is guilt and attraction driven and the wrestling with his sexuality..typical Pisces; the third are dreams of the future and piggyback dreams where you're like on the shoulder of another person but if you "push" exert or weight your own identity to much. Once a group of Asian people came up to me and asked me directions and I answered them back in perfect Japanese. The idea struck me that I was speaking it and then I took stock of myself and realized I was a 15-year-old Japanese girl. As soon as I did that the connection broke.

I've dreamt of myself three times in the future, twice as an old man---NYC looks slightly different, more lights and a third time as a descendant, great-grandchild, in the year 2212. If you don't push too hard its like you can direct their attention slightly. I was able to get him to look at a video-magazine for the date. A disaster happens and I think that witnessing it makes the link momentarily because a similar disaster occurs around me as an ok man that I see, I think I resonates through my line. My great grandchild, I got him to look in a mirror and he looked like me slightly or like my looks passed down and mixed.

The future dreams are always come to pass and in lucid dreams, I fly and manipulate time and matter, especially once I realize its game time. There are moments now "awake" when I think something, want for something, "push" unconscious to the outcome or sort of in a peripheral way and things happen, come to pass. I believe this reality is a form or level or reality, when I've dreamt of the dead they're" somewhere" else but not gone gone.

Smile, Kyle
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Kyle Phoenix Answers: If life is a dream and you realize it, would you end it?

My "sleeping" dreams are of three variety ----mishmash emotional fragments and images that I can identify as a mishmash; spiritual contact dreams mainly with the dead and a Pisces cousin who I think is very psychic, hence his personal insanity and then sometimes his daughter (whom I've never physically met)...I think his intrusion is guilt and attraction driven and the wrestling with his sexuality....typical Pisces; the third are dreams of the future and piggyback dreams where you're like on the shoulder of another person but if you "push" exert or weight your own identity to much. Once a group of Asian people came up to me and asked me directions and I answered them back in perfect Japanese. The idea struck me that I was speaking it and then I took stock of myself and realized I was a 15 year old Japanese girl. As soon as I did that the connection broke.

I've dreamt of myself three times in the future, twice as an old man---NYC looks slightly different, more lights and a third time as a descendant, great grand child, in the year 2212. If you don't push too hard its like you can direct their attention slightly. I was able to get him to look at a video-magazine for the date. A disaster happens and I think that witnessing it makes the link momentarily because a similar disaster occurs around me as an ok man that I see, I think I resonates through my line. My great grand child , I got him to look in a mirror and he looked like me slightly or like my looks passed down and mixed.

The future dreams are always come to pass and in lucid dreams I fly and manipulate time and matter, especially once I realize its game time. There are moments now "awake" when I think something, want for something, "push" unconscious to outcome or sort of in a peripheral way and things happen, come to pass. I believe this reality is a form or level or reality, when I've dreamt of the dead they're"somewhere" else but not gone gone.

Thank you,

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