Getting ready.

I said this already: Dreams are very important for me.

One night when I was a kid, my brother Sebastian was taking care of me and when I was about to fall asleep he said to me:

-You know that some people say that they can prepare themselves for their dreams?… For example: What is your favorite game?

-I like to go to the park and get into the swings.

-So maybe, if at the moment before you go to sleep, you think a lot about swings and how happy they make you feel, you will be able to have a beautiful dream about them tonight!

My favorite game, I was 4.

I remeber myself imagining swings but I didn´t dream about them that night. Despite that, the only idea that some people was able to “control” or understand better their own dreams absolutely fascinated me.

Some years after that, I “studied” my own dreams for three or four years and, from that experience, I can say that there are different types of dreams. Here is my theory:

There are some dreams that doesn´t mean anything: dreams where you see the people that you saw that day, when you see yourself doing the things you did that day. Nothing important.

There are some other dreams that always return; in my case I have a recurring nightmare: I always dream that I´m teaching a class and then, suddenly, I lose my voice. It´s always very stressful but, since I´ve dreaming about this for years, every time that happens now, I ask myself if I´m dreaming and… I always am.

There are some premonitory dreams. In my case, these always come to me as awesome déjà vus.

And, finally, there are those dreams that are more than dreams. You feel them like messages that are coming here to tell you something IMPORTANT. Messages that you can´t ignore. In my case, these dreams are always FULL of amazing symbolic things and characters. Full of amazing sensations, colors and in the morning when I wake up, I always feel like I never went to sleep. It feels like going to another place. I have had five or six dreams like these in my life.

Dreams as messages

Thanks to a dream I decided to become a yoga instructor:

I dreamt that I was walking outside a building that looked like an art gallery, It was all white and with huge windows. The tree leaves were somewhere between yellow and red. It was autumn. But it was a warm day.

I entered the building and there was a big room full of people. Everyone was there to take a yoga class. I didn´t like the sensation of being in that room, I didn´t like the people there so I moved to a corner where I found space for myself. This corner was in front of a big window and I could clearly see a tree full of red leaves in front of me.

At the moment I started my yoga practice all the people disappeared.

I was by myself in a huge space, practicing in front of this tree.

I was doing Vrksasana, the Tree pose (this can sound funny but today is the first time I see a connection between the tree that I was looking and the tree that I was practicing).

I was standing on my left leg, with my arms over the head in Urdhva Namaskarasana when, suddenly, I realized that there was someone in front of me.

Vrksasana, Tree pose.

It was a Ninja.

Totally covered with her black outfit I could see in her eyes that she was a woman.

I was standing in my asana the whole time.

I wasn´t afraid.

She bended down in front of me and she took her saber of her back and it happened that it wasn´t a weapon, it was a big rounded paintbrush full of Indian ink. With this paintbrush, she began to draw something in front of my feet.

It was a big OM symbol.

Very simple, very deep.

I went out of my posture slowly. I was deeply moved.

Very humbly, she offered me her paintbrush.

Very humbly, I moved forward to receive it.

I took the paintbrush in my hand and when I look at it, I saw it transforming into a beautiful silver dagger.

The next morning, I abandoned literature.

Have you ever had a dream that changed your life?