Yes, that connection is a possibility.
Or an OBE. But as I mentioned previously there are differeing opinions on this, some to the point that they regard OBEs happening more from a waking state than a sleeping state. Personally, I would have to disagree on that assessment, I’ve had experiences in sleep where it was more, shall we say, a passport than a postcard. Very intense, where even after waking the feelings and atmosphere of the experience lingered regardless the scenario had changed.
Now, if as you have noted that it’s the subconscious connecting to the conscious, then that brings up questions. One of the many being if the connection is merely for ‘psychological entertainment’ purposes, i.e., a mind movie, or if it effects a conduit of sorts to actual though remote, sometimes very remote, ‘locales’.
Here’s an illustration using a previously mentioned experience that can be examined both as possibilities of a conduit and as a mind movie (a ‘representational’ display).
In the experience with the woman who helped me find the double doors, and which I stated that the dream continued, once I went through the doors there was a very vivid scene before me.
Now, if you’ve ever passed a theatre on the street you may have seen the doors open, maybe no function going on, airing it out, whatever, and seen the interior of the theatre, the seats, how big the interior is, and so on.
When I went through the double doors I saw those other, opened doors what seemed to be an area for a large group of people but I wasn’t on the sidewalk next to the doors, I was more like across the street from them. The ‘street’ was more like a concourse of some sort, there were people walking back and forth.
Inside the doors there were hundreds of people or even a thousand or more. There was a golden light that suffused the interior and the people. The people were dressed in varying colors of red, green, gold, (there could have neem more colors but those were the prominet ones) and sparkling elements on the clothes and the architectural features.
The people were grouped together according to the colors and they all moved in a kind of dancing procession. The closest I can describe this is like if you’ve ever seen Shaker dancing. Here is a video of it. Go from the 4 minute mark to around the 5 and half minute mark.
youtube.com/watch?v=fcoAkNU24Vw
You see that slight procession and then backward motion? Now instead of just a line of people doing it as shown in the video, imagine groups of people, hundreds, wearing the same color I mentioned doing that in formation. Then imagine that the red-dressed people moved in one direction passing the green-dressed people who were moving in the opposite direction, then the gold dressed people in another direction, and so on. In other words, if you could see all of that from above, from the ceiling of the place, you would see color swirls of the differently dressed people. Remember, the swirls are independent from each other yet side by side. Add to all of that the choral aspects such as you hear in the video but multiply to a thousand voices. I hope all of that gives you an idea of what it looked and sounded like.
I stood there transfixed by this scene. The feelings that were emanating from it were of a JOY that was absolutely irrefutable. At one point I heard myself saying emphatically in the dream, “Now, THAT! is a Christmas celebration!”.
When did I have that dream? Around a week or so before Easter (Google Christmas-Easter connections). But here’s the thing: I haven’t gone to church in decades, since I was boy of around 12. And the extent of religion since then has been mostly in discussing it as philosophy, politically, etc. ‘Spirituality’ would more descriptive of what I’ve pondered and even at that not in a routine or particular form of it.
A part of me wanted to get nearer, join in with those people in their celebration. But as you may know from your own dreams, sometimes the itinerary, for whatever reason, is not in your control. I smiled at the scene, enjoyed the wonderful feeling from it and walked away. Shortly thereafter the dream stopped.
Now, in what you previously stated, that would be a rich field for examination in the sense of what the ‘connections’ might be. Did the subconscious/unconscious delight me with a fantastic mind movie since, hey, it’s that time of the season? Or was I fortunate enough in some trans-dimensional way to “be” at the actual location of this event? Whichever one, even the most hard-bitten nihilist would have had the biggest, goofiest and most joyful smile on his or her face. The scene and feelings were, IRREFUTABLY AWESOME.