I had a dream that began with a scene in which I took my first breath. In this dream I had created a mysterious world of people, places, things, experiences and feelings. I found myself the central character and I was unconscious of who I was and what I was doing here in this mysterious world. So unconscious that I didn't even relate to here or there, now or then. I experienced this world unfiltered, unjudged, in crystal clarity.
The infant of the dream became a child and as she grew, the circumstances in the dream became more complex. In her awareness she became shy and cautious. Her energy was affected by the other characters of this dream, and the web of connections intricately woven carried bonds and ties to be nurtured and maintained. There were exciting adventures and devastating disappointments in this enticing story and all were weighed and balanced in the light of the dream's prior events.
As the dream went on in the apparent passage of time, adulthood ensued. The characters of the dream became more adept in their oscar-winning performances. Epic tales of life and death, loves won and lost, supreme trust and ultimate betrayal were acted out in perfection. She was immersed in the dream, it was utterly real and believable and she was unaware of her deep, silent and peaceful slumber.
And then one day an eye opened, just for a millisecond. It wasn't the physical eye as that was part of the dream. But it was as if she saw herself asleep from afar. The dream continued and, for a while, she could see a small and intricate world surrounding her. As she watched, she wondered who this dreamer was. It was not her character in the dream but the one who now observed. The one who could be dreaming and watching the dream at the same time.
The quality of the dream was now forever changed. There was a lightness, a nonchalance, a curious musing over the content of the dream. And in the conscious observation, the dream could be played with and manipulated. The dreams of the imagination started coming true.
As I sit here now, by the window of my lovely home, looking out at the beautiful garden, with my beloved dogs at my feet, I type on my lap-top. What a marvelous dream creation! The dream goes on and on, as I rest perfectly in deep and silent sleep, always safe, enfolded in unfailing love.
