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Tim Freund's avatar

David, you have written enough thought provoking paragraphs that only a bar like atmosphere and several years of discussions could do them justice. 😂 I will take on a couple. 👉🏻I too have had several variations of the can’t find my classroom dream. I never made much sense of them. 👉🏻On goal setting, I strongly believe one’s personality traits (Myers Briggs) play a huge role in whether goal setting might work. For me, I have only had one life goal, to marry once and it was borne out of my pain for a beloved aunt and uncle who divorced. 👉🏻Although in my life I have tried many paths to freedom only my free will ( yes we have free will) to live in agape love has given me a full life. I believe the need to love and be loved is in our DNA…. there are no work arounds to agape love no matter what your personality type. It’s universal. Thanks for raising up so many questions. Enjoy the day!!!

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Jane Baker's avatar

This is so rich,a real banquet of philosophy. I wasn't going to comment,...but how can I not! What a horrible nightmare. Much worse than my horrible childhood nightmare which I will describe shortly. But I've always done goal setting all my life. I've never had a problem motivating myself which is why I have no patience with older people who say "I'll get bored sat at home all day twiddling my thumbs and not seeing anybody. I want to continue working until I'm 90". I very uncharitably think they are morons and make it hard for everyone else. My sister agrees with me on this. Just lately I've felt like Free Will is an illusion and The Long and Winding Road always takes me back to the same place. My childhood recurring dream. Almost everyone seems to have some version of this experience and there are theories that it could be faint memories from a previous existence. I'm not into a belief in reincarnation but on the other hand if God has fated you to have a horrible life this time round it seems only fair to let you have another go. My dream. I was five years old. I know that. For about a month I had the same dream every night and would call out for Dad who would come into the bedroom I shared with my sister,we shared a bed too,he would hug me,reassure me,calm me down and then I would go off to sleep all right. But one night when I said to my Dad,..."I'm going to die" well he was a very patient man but he must've got to the end of his tether because he snapped,," you're not going to die, you're only 5". So that's how I know. It shocked me a bit but it stopped the dream. THE DREAM. It.felt totally realistic. I hadn't been to school. I didn't know any history..I was ME but somehow I also knew I was a slim young woman with long blonde hair braided in a long plait. I also knew, felt,that I was stood straight and immobile at a wooden pole and my hands were secured,tied,behind the pole,and I was aware in my dream that a whole huge lot of people were spread all around,all looking at me and they were going to joyfully celebrate my death. That was actually the bit that hurt most. That was when I'd wake up. I have actually wondered now and then if maybe I was burned at the stake in another life. No not as Joan of Arc. Maybe some peasant girl in a village near Carcasonne or such. The thing is the imagery in the dream I'd not been exposed to by education or books. And it was so real. And the sense of extinction but compounded by the bitter sense of the joy my death would engender in the witnessing crowd.

I do believe in Free Will but maybe like Robert Frosts two woodland paths both take you to the same place but by different routes.

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