True Dream from
the Gates of Horn

by Hayley Y.

I’ve lost track of the exact time, but approximately fifteen years ago I was reading about True Dreams from the Gates of Horn in a Seth book. According to Seth (channelled by Jane Roberts) and other sources as far back as the ancient Egyptians, these are dreams that can help you recognize some of your beliefs and how you form your reality, and supposedly the correlation between your beliefs, your dreams and your daily experience will become apparent.

I was not in the habit of remembering my dreams at the time, so I don’t think I expected much when I asked for a True Dream from the Gates of Horn. After so many nights of asking but not remembering anything, one morning at dawn while it was still semi-dark outside, I woke up and remembered a flying dream, accompanied, I believe, by Seth. He looked like that painting of Seth by Rob Butts.

I was flying on a carpet, accompanied by a guide. One of those flying dreams where you’re going over great expanses of landscape and water, at great speed. After some time I realized the guide was Seth, or so I believed.

This guide had been giving me a tour of my past lives, with a running commentary of each life as I watched scenes from it, kind of like A Christmas Carol. Each life was remembered as I watched the scenes. Then we were transported to the next scene, via the magic carpet. I don’t remember saying anything, just listening and observing.
I have a vague memory of the entire dream, but the last scene seemed to be the most significant, even though it was a very simple snapshot. There was the sense that the earlier scenes, though some of them were dramatic, led up to, or back to, this simple one, coming full circle. Uncomplicated. Yet complete.

It seemed to take place in late summer, in the evening as the sun was low on the horizon. It was a rural setting. I’m not sure of the decade, but in a time of peace. We were flying over this rural area with farmers’ fields and tractors and came upon a tiny hamlet, at which point we slowed down and observed the scene below.
A little boy and his medium-sized dog were playing in a country lane. They were so happy, the boy and the dog. They were playing with a ball or a stick. As we came upon this scene, from a height of about 150 feet, we drifted down to about 80 feet, just above the treetops. We followed them along the country lane as they were walking towards the setting sun, playing, casting long shadows.

“Seth” stopped his commentary and for some reason I was hearing an old 60’s instrumental, the Theme From A Summer Place (theme from a movie). I don’t know what the significance of that song is, other than the lyrics recall a simpler, carefree, idealized time: “and the sweet secret of a summer place, is that it’s anywhere, where two people share, all their hopes, all their dreams, all their love, there’s a summer place where it may rain or storm, yet I’m safe and warm…”
I was that little boy. I absolutely recalled being that little boy, and loving that dog. I was a lonely child and the dog and I spent long hours together every day, watching over each other, telling each other stories and secrets, understanding each other, loving unconditionally.

It was very emotional. I can’t remember everything I saw, but the emotions were strong. Each life I was shown seemed, in the end, to contribute to a common theme.
I got the impression that the life as that little boy, with his beloved dog, was the embodiment of all my other lives, in a way that I can’t really explain in the fullest sense. It represented the essence of my greater self. I did view a few lifetimes that I’m certainly not proud of, but I believe that the peaceful life as the little boy –symbolically— is the one I was always striving for. I understood the lesson. It was a very touching moment for me, and I didn’t need any further explanation.

I woke up still hearing the guide talking to me, describing the significance of the totality of all my physical lives, what the driving forces were (are), and I could still hear the last words that “Seth” was speaking as I was waking up and pulling away from that scene.

I woke up crying, with that song going through my head, but I really didn’t know why I was so emotional. I’m still not quite sure exactly what happened, but this dream did occur during a period of high drama in my personal life, in which I think I was questioning my purpose, and why I was creating the circumstances I found myself in.

Then as I thought about it during the day, it became clearer, and I did realize why I had made certain (bad) choices… and how to stop doing that (smile) which is always a work-in-progress for me… and what kind of life I really did want. And more so as the years have gone by. I have also come to believe it has led me to my true passion / purpose in this life, which I’m only now beginning to realize.

I think the greatest lesson from that lifetime as the little boy who loved, and was loved by his dog unconditionally, is that I’ve learned to love myself unconditionally. I slip up a lot, and it’s always okay (smile). It had a profound effect on me.

Unfortunately I didn’t think to record the last few sentences I heard as I was waking up, just that everything that was explained to me seemed to fall into place. Like a true dream.