Dreams flavor all of life.

Yet, rare are the ones who discover true insight into the nature of their dreams.

Where do they come from?
Where do they go?

Themes arise within dreams that contain personal messages about how to live life fully, on the edge of the great work.

Like alchemical parables, they contain gifts and guidance. Yet, it may be that the extraction only happens from outside the dream itself.

For most, this is simply like water slipping through the fingers, lost before it was ever found. Basic ignorance is often the root problem because nobody said to look, or where, or why, or how.

For some, the initiation is partial. They have a profound and even disturbing hunch they must look, they should look. So much depends on the looking and the howing, the “whating” and the “whoing,” yet they just have partial instructions. Their attempts to extract the hidden medicine from their dreams are elementary at best and riddled with aversion and clinging at worst. This is to say, they contain too many pre-personal biases and not enough sophisticated “why” to understand the Viktor Frankl-style logotherapy that will help persevere through pain and difficulty, and then ascertain and move on the correct path.

One must investigate with great curiosity and wonder the nature of their own mind.
Dreams, like thoughts, spring spontaneously into awareness, and it is in their very nature to be immersive—submerging us into the character of their contents.

What turns out to be the case is that it’s our very own psyches that delight and horrify us with their very own appearances.

The mind itself can be a grand witness, purely aware of all of the display. But more often than not, the mind itself is caught in its own creation.

So rather than plunge into deep alchemical realization, it enfolds into itself, finding solutions to its self-created problems by means of playing out the continuity of its creation.

What is so quintessentially fascinating about this is that, from the perspective of awakened mind, the dream doesn’t exist! It can’t exist. There is nothing about the dream to be found in that which never falls asleep.

So we are mystified by our own experiences.
We become enraptured by the play of our own being.

Even with the hint that the play and the viewer are one, an even more teleological-cosmological mystery of self and its relations comes into view.

And that is the self-studies itself, like the conscious mind as a small point of contact, to its own vastness.

The self is foreign to its own wild nature!

We must become enamored with the depths that we have within if we want to explore what reality really is.

It is as if what we are both is and isn’t ourselves.

Who can claim the origin of their own dreams?

It is the ego’s very nature to see itself as separate from, individual from, and in relationship to.
So, it only makes sense to give it the task of awakening to its dreams.

To merge the separate sense of self so we can see our real depths, vastness, and powers that we are made of.

 

In creative play,

~DHR