Friday, March 19, 2010
Dreams Are Like a Box of Chocolates
There were three of us, a niece, me and my cousin, going to a country fair and then nightclubbing. Our quandary in the dream is what to wear; should we dress for country fair or nightclubbing, I presume in the city. This is a fragment of a dream I had in January of this year. Since I didn't remember a dream this morning I opened my journal at random to this dream. As soon as I re-read this bit I was drawn to the two options, country or city? How interesting; missed that back when I first wrote it down.
One of the things I so totally love about dreams is that when you go back to one in your journal, it's like going back to a box of chocolates thinking its empty and it's actually got a lot of bonbons in it; (this if chocolate's your thing).
Why does it work that way? Perspective, for one thing. I think that's how it is in waking life, too. A little distance from the immediate drama can be just the ticket to a better understanding and a better solution to life's conflicts, like counting to ten, walking away, giving it some thought.
Here's a list of things I've learned so far from journaling my dreams for over thirty years:
How to want to know more about myself, others, life and beyond.
How to pay attention.
How to have intention, to formulate a desire and ask for what I want.
How to go with the flow.
How to ponder.
How to give up control of everything and realize there is a loving guidance available to me on my life's journey.
How to recognize dream gifts, guidance and encouragement and put it to good use.
How to have a sense of humor about all the things I think are so important.
How to enjoy myself every night.
Dreams have entertained me more than movies or tv.
Dreams have given me images, symbols and messages that have provided incredible guidance and inspiration throughout my life, not to mention intrigue and suspense.
Dreams have fueled my creativity; I've painted, written poetry and stories, made beautiful masks, made-up a song, danced like in my dream, daydreamed, fantasized and became a blogger, all inspired by my dream life.
I've dreamed about my beloved dead and feel connected still to their love for me.
Dreams have given me consolation and insight during my most difficult times.
Dreams have shown me valuable glimpses of what's ahead, in my future.
Dreams have helped me remember and heal trauma from my past.
Dreams have taken me to strange, interesting places and times.
Did I mention I can fly? Yes, you too. It's such a fun thing, isn't it?
This isn't an exhaustive list. I just want to highlight some of the reasons for playing with your dreams regularly. Once you start; you'll have your own list someday, not to mention all these benefits. If this sparks a question or a comment, I'd love to hear it.
Thanks to my dear friend and gifted artist, Rita Paradis, for giving me permission to use her pastel still life as the eye candy for this post. Aloha!
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