My Dreams

I have dreamt three recurring themes over the years.

I am hanging from the edge of a cliff. If I try to pull myself up, it starts to crumble. If I remain dangling, it may crumble anyway… or I shall become so tired that falling to my doom may be better just to end it all.

Or…

I am on the top floor or atop a rickety structure. It may collapse out from under me. If I try to climb down, it wobbles. If I remain where I am I must keep my balance… and become so tired that falling to my doom may be better just to end it all.

The particulars vary. The gist remains the same.

I committed a crime, usually a murder. The particulars are ambiguous even during the dream. No one suspects it was me. It has been awhile and I am living a normal and pleasant life. I am suddenly overcome with dread. I realize my freedom could end in an instant.

The particulars vary. The gist remains the same.

A masked killer is on the loose. He can pretend to be normal and his performance is eerily convincing. I realize that his real face is spiritually a mask. He is actually faceless and soulless. He only ever speaks to deceive, not to actually say anything. He is not after me… except when I try to stop him from killing the innocent.

The particulars vary. The gist remains the same.

Dreams are meaningless if you control them: You cannot be enlightened by what you decide. They cannot be interpreted by assumptions: The obvious is a matter of normalcy whereas dreams are very weird.

I simply pay attention. I remember what I remember though I forget what I forget.

Reality is a body of water. The material is the surface. We can see it because it is illuminated by the light of day. The spiritual is the depths. The deeper you go, the less you actually see.

Dreams are my glimpse into the spiritual. I cannot see what they show me so I must imagine what is shown. It is like a submarine using sonar, in a way. I must interpret what I detect but cannot see.

I write and illustrate fiction. I am dreaming awake while I do so. I record the experience and share what I recorded. Everything I imagine is real… but in a spiritual sense. I write and render to show what cannot actually be seen.

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