‘The dream’ a gateway to parallel worlds

By Alessandro Carosi

I am in Thailand, in the mountains, working as a volunteer on a coffee farm, I am surrounded by greenery, mountains, forests and, unfortunately, a lot of deforested land, it’s not good for nature itself, but it’s better than a city where there is nothing but buildings, buildings under construction with eye-catching advertisements of trees and forests on wooden walls that keep spectators and animals away from the builders, and lots of concrete and cars.

I am in the midst of nature and silence that I have not experienced for a long time, and here and there, scattered across the mountain slopes, are small villages of Lahu, an indigenous tribe in northern Thailand, and Thai people, in some cases mixed together.

From the very first day, I begin to dream and remember them in detail in the morning, something that hasn’t happened for a long time living in London.

As time passes and my inner calm increases, the dreams become more frequent and defined in detail and story, becoming more and more like a parallel life to this one and sometimes as if I were simply peeking into other versions of myself in a parallel world, everything is possible and nothing can be ruled out, something I have learned over the years due to my various “unusual” experiences, which are not unusual at all, but only become so when one is convinced that there is only one type of reality.

Time passes relatively quickly on the farm, with days of inner peace and others that are a little less peaceful, but in general I realise that the surrounding environment is recharging an inner energy that has slowly been fading away in London.

There is something between nature and the desire to calm the inner screams that is transforming, and if I hadn’t had to leave, I am sure it would have resulted in something highly mystical.

There are nights when dreams are so real that when I “wake up”, assuming that waking up and sleeping are not actually one and the same thing, I remember not only the emotional but also the physical sensations of the night-time journey.

One night in particular, and this happens in the last few days before I leave, I dream that I am on the farm, I am working and a tree falls a few steps away from me and, to prevent it from falling on my head, I try to push it away with my hands, obviously, in so-called dreams, the laws of “physics” are different from those of, let’s call it “reality”, where the tree would have crushed me.

The dream feels as real as this moment in which I am writing, the touch of the trunk feels the same as it would if I touched it now, the rough surface of the bark, the weight of the object touching my hands and my shoulder, I wake up with a clear memory, not only mental but also physical, of contact with the plant, as if I had travelled somewhere, backwards or into a parallel reality, and waking up was just a kind of dividing line to bring me back to where I am, or perhaps to prevent me from realising that I am now in another fragment of my existence, perhaps the idea of sleeping and waking up serves to make us believe that we are on a single path.

In the so-called dream, if it is a dream, I should only see images without feeling anything physically or emotionally, but if the sensation is the same as when you are “awake”, how can you define it as something foreign, an illusion? For me, it is not, I was taught to believe that “dreams” happen at night and that I should not worry because they are a chemical reaction in the brain, I have been aware for years that everything is a lie or a half-lie, and there are too many things that have been kept hidden from me by something or someone who does not want us to learn about metaphysics and the real essence of what we are made of, the reason? Unfortunately, I don’t know, the way I see it, if I dream something and the feelings are the same as when I am awake, something much more complex on a spiritual level is happening.

Everything is possible, of course, more than once, I have had premonitory dreams that have then reappeared in my everyday life, I know very well that what I am experiencing is an illusion, but I am programmed to conceive it as something highly real.

What happened while I was “asleep” was nothing sensational, at least for me, but it showed that by living in nature, rebalancing myself emotionally and spiritually, recharges my body and soul, allowing me to enter new worlds and new frequencies, transforming the outside world and my soul.