A Dream World Where I Want To Live In
Hey everyone, I need to share a recurring dream world that has been happening to me because I can't really talk about it with anyone in my daily life, but it’s becoming too intense to ignore.
In my waking life, I live on a street in New Delhi that is usually crowded, loud, and bustling. But in my dreams, this exact place where I live is completely transformed. The atmosphere is totally different from our normal reality. There are no day and night cycles or regular seasons. Instead, the sky is permanently covered in dark, heavy clouds...there isn't a single patch of white sky or direct sunshine. To most people, this would look gloomy or depressing, but for me, it doesn't feel sad at all. It feels profoundly calm, relaxing, and safe. I feel completely at peace there.
Because of the permanent darkness in this dream, vintage streetlamps are always on. They look old-fashioned, like little boxes with house-like roofs over the bulbs, glowing with a warm yellow light. It’s not actively raining, but there are patches of water accumulated on the roads, the way it looks after a heavy downpour, and the yellow light reflects beautifully on these still water patches. There are absolutely no people out on the street; it is entirely calm, empty, and still.
However, there is just one specific person I see. He wears a suit, a hat, and dark sunglasses over his eyes. He doesn't seem like an enemy; he feels more like a protector. In one of the dreams, he handed me a train ticket but it didn't look like a standard train ticket here in India. It looked exactly like a bus ticket, but it had a train seat number printed on it. He gave it to me and urgently asked me to run and board the train.
On this same street, there is a small staircase that goes up and opens into a massive, stretched-out hall that is a huge library. Inside, there are incredibly ancient books kept in steel cupboards with glass showcase doors, along with huge tables and chairs where you can sit and study. There is only one solitary librarian there wearing a skirt.
I feel a deep, intense familiarity and yearning for this whole world, like I just want to be there because reality doesn't work with that kind of absolute quietness. When I think about it deeply, it gives me massive goosebumps, like my spirit is recognizing something very old.
I don't know what is happening or how the empty street, the protector with the ticket, the old library are all intertwined, but the spiritual resonance is so loud it's giving me physical reactions.
Has anyone else ever experienced a dream world or a protector guide like this? What does this kind of heavy spiritual symbolism and deep internal peace mean?