In my dreams a common theme cropping up in five of my typed up dreams is that people cannot believe what has happened to me, nor accept it as real. It is for them a massive non sequitur that I should find myself where I actually am doing what I actually do. They cannot believe that I am interested in the things that I am and that I metaphorically fell off the edge of their world.
They are incredulous to the point of denial.
In three other of these dreams, rumours {and implied gossip} are being circulated by people once close to me. These rumours are believed even though they are wildly inaccurate bordering on slander or defamation.
I am warned in five other dreams that no matter what I say or do people simply will not believe what it is I am saying and doing. The notion is that to try to get people to believe is to smack my head against a brick wall.
People are more willing to believe rumour than me.
Further in three other dreams I offer advice or knowledge and in no way am I or will I be listened to. The message is that it is tending towards {utter} futility to even try.
The subsequent post {“previous” according to wordpress} in the blog roll is an example of this disbelief theme.
Dreamyoga 