I have been dreaming in my sleep lately, which is quite unusual.
It’s unusual because I rarely dream. It takes my unconscious directors, months, if not years, between each screening of her carefully crafted spindles of film.
I know I dream. We all dream.
I just have no memories of anything. I wake up from the night before without a trace or the smallest hint of anything, everything.
I’m not sure what that says about my state of health, but I guess that a good night might be somehow good for me. Despite the health benefits, a part of me does feel a little left out. Left out from the common human experience, of sharing some unbelievable tales and terrifying nightmares.
My recent dreams are too personal to share. My subconscious mind is living out some things I need to focus on. I don’t know what any of it means, but I’m glad to be involved in the conversation.
I sometimes wish my mom and dad would come and visit me in my dreams. I sometimes think they do. It would be lovely to see them again. To embrace each other. To remember.
We are lucky because our dreams offer us a world of infinite possibilities.
We have a chance to work out our anger and frustration, or perhaps feel the joy of something that hasn’t happened yet. The visions are vivid. They are real. We should definitely pay more attention to them.
And why can’t our lives be as vivid?
Why can’t our living dreams be as colourful as our slumbering tales?
Aren’t they scripted, directed, and produced by the same mind?
One takes about ten minutes to play out and feels like a lifetime. The other sometimes takes ten or twenty years, and feels like a brief breath of time.
Anything can happen when we are sleep.
We should probably awaken to the reality that anything can happen in our wakefulness too.
But it can only happen through action and engagement. Our lives can only take shape by meaningful work and by sharing our work with the world.
I think it is time to stop hiding.
Time to stop telling ourselves the false story that we can’t, that we need more education, more time, or more or less of everything.
So, stop hiding.
Start dreaming.
Dream out loud, because the nightmares of others, or perhaps your own, may not become as loud and terrifying if you struggle against remaining silent and numb.
So, share something.
Dream out loud.
Dream often.
