Hello, Dreamers! |

What a dream…could someone please pinch me! Did I really just become owner of a popular dream website, created by none other than George Ure? Well, until I get evidence otherwise, I’ll treat this as real waking life (although I’m still not totally convinced). I guess I’ll start today with a brief introduction of myself and then in later installments, I’ll detail what I see as the future of the National Dream Center.

Who would’ve thought?

Nope, I never received any precognitive dream showing me scrambling to learn mySql and html coding. Furthermore, could there be anyone on Earth more UNlikely to eventually stumble upon dreamwork or better yet even, precognitive dreams? Hmmm, where do we begin? Maybe in the skies of Kosovo, Afghanistan, and Iraq… indeed, the first half of my life was spent flying Air Force fighters (F-15E’s mostly). (note the presence of hair in the following picture)…

After that decade grinded on, I became war weary, not understanding the purpose of all the fighting. Helped by George Ure’s Urbansurvival, I began learning that the economy and the wars were/are inextricably linked (no wars, no economy is a very reductionistic way to describe it, but unfortunately that is not too far from reality). With my MBA and dabblings in high finance, I laughingly thought I knew how the world worked. I would need a severe financial collapse (i.e., fall 2008, which was poinpointed to the day by Cliff High’s linguistic prophecies). That finally was enough to open my eyes about how the world really worked. And thus the transformation began…

The Transformation begins…

My transformation began in earnest as soon as I walked away from military life. We ended up in the middle of a mountain range, living almost on wild weeds and whatever our amateur garden would produce for us (and what the bugs, rabbits, deer, and everything else just happened to spare us). I didn’t consider myself a dreamer because I hadn’t remembered a dream in over two decades. So, with a background like that, you may be wondering where dreams fit into this story.

Being away from a stressed-filled lifestyle awakened the dreamer within me. While I didn’t necessarily consider myself a prodigy dreamer or anything, I did experience a couple of, well, let’s just call them telepathic dreams (for a lack of any better word). It was enough to spawn an investigation into paranormal dreams and later a brief tour through lucid dreaming (stopped after about 6 weeks due to severe sleep deprivation!)

A more useful degree (than the MBA)…

Along came Atlantic University and a Master of Art in Transpersonal Studies, where I not only learned how to remember dreams reliably, but also to actually use them constructively. In my last semester at AU, I had the privilege of being a student in Dr. Robert Van de Castle’s last class before he passed away in Jan 2014. I am forever grateful to him, and his surviving partner, Bobbie Ann. The class was entitled, Becoming a Teacher in Dreamwork.

I’m not the dreaming prodigy, but I do know one!

But dream education is not the end-all-be-all, now is it? In future installments, I plan to discuss some of my strange childhood experiences, where one dream in particular was neither a precognitive dream nor a telepathic dream, but a combination of both. But no matter what qualifications or skills I claim to possess, it will always pale in comparison to my wife’s incredibly accurate and stunningly prophetic dreams. We’ll explore these as well, and hopefully get her to share some of her amazing experiences with the world. Sometimes her dreams predict menial items, like what restaurant will be closed, or what item will be on sale in two days, but other times, she gets wind of a nuclear disaster or a drunk driver collision. We’ll look at these in closer detail in the coming future.

Thank you and happy dreaming!

Chris McCleary

Director, National Dream Center

MBA (in Finance), MA (in Transpersonal Studies)

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