wild speculation and dreams

I’m not comfortable calling it a soul because the word has so much other baggage, but there is something that begins with the doctor’s slap, maybe before that, I think there is some evidence of awareness inside the womb, probably not when we are like a blastula. But then there is something people don’t talk much about. The sperm and the egg are both alive, I think they have some kind of awareness because I think everything alive has some kind of awareness which gradually dims the lower down the animal kingdom you go, but that’s just me.

But anyway what happens to them? Do they stop living when they become one, and then that cell when it splits into another, do the two of them get different lives, and when does our life begin which strangely is not the property of any single cell?

Maybe that’s one for the pro and anti abortion people to debate, but at some point, we are who we are, and we continue to be him until we die, and some think we continue on after that, but that’s a place nobody has sent us a postcard from.

But are we really that same person/thing/soul all our earthly lives? We think we are because we can remember our previous life, but what if someone else had our memories, would they be us?

The supernatural world is bigger than ever, with stuff like esp, near-death, astrology, crystals, the space aliens of the History Channel. Skeptical scientists who demand proof stand together in their ivory towers and look on disapprovingly while the masses pursue whatever fad fits their fancy.

The difference between the alternate universe speculations of cosmologists and the phantasmagoria of pop supernatural beliefs, is that the world continues on just the same whether the alternate universes exist or not, but most of the pop beliefs think that they can control the regular universe through them by using the right crystal at the right time or knowing someone’s personality by knowing when they are born.

They say that dream memories are especially tenuous for the reason you said, so that our minds aren’t cluttered with a bunch of dreams. I got into the habit of writing down my dreams some time ago, and what I do is think about them through my morning shower etc. I guess what I end up with is the memory of the memory of the dream like you said. There are some dreams that stay with me, and sometimes there are these free floating thoughts. You were somewhere, you can’t remember where, with some people, you can’t quite remember who, and something happened, and you can’t be sure if it was a dream or something that really happened.