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“…a dream is a theater where the dreamer is himself the scene, the player, the prompter, the producer, the author, the public and the critic.” ~ Carl Jung
We have developed our home as a place that gives honor to the dream. Our six year old son is learning to realize this slowly at our breakfast table. Discussions often revolve around the images that colored the previous night. For quite some time now he has been convinced that he really doesn’t sleep at night, his dream journeys that palpable.
I remember a very late night driving though my hometown with the Gary Wright song “Dream Weaver” playing on the radio. I never liked the song. But in that instance it provided a context for an insight, as house after house, dreams were visiting the sleepers within. It was as if my car with its radio blaring was somehow casting “the stuff that dreams are made of” as it passed.
Of coarse, we are that stuff and it disturbs me how divorced our culture remains from its inheritance. While dreams give us an image of our psyche from the point of view of the unconscious, day after day I watch online posts expressing dumdfoundedness, fear and shock over the dream messages. It does not need to be this way. Honor the voices. Honor the images. You’ll be surprised where the journey leads. As Jung wrote “They do not deceive, they do not lie, they do not distort or disguise… They are invariably trying to express something that the ego does not know and does not understand.”
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A House of Dreaming
Lifestream Digest for September 24th