“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
– Eleanor Roosevelt
What in the world is better than dreaming? Assuming of course that love is at the heart of those dreams.
There are dreams and there are dreams. To differentiate for the purpose of this post, here is what I mean.
There are the dreams we have about what we most desire to be, do or have. Those are fun, so long as we do not inject doubt about what is possible. For when we do, we push it further away rather than allowing it to unfold. Feeling what it is like to be in these dreams is fun and can facilitate the unfolding.
Then there are the dreams we have when we are sleeping. These dreams seem to appear whether we are having a “power nap” or are comfortably nestled in the safe, warm space of our own beds. Sometimes these dreams may be more like nightmares; perhaps suggesting that we need to face something we are afraid of.
I have always been intrigued by dreams; the ones that I have while sleeping. I have decided that my daydreaming falls into the first category of dreams that I mentioned above. I love to imagine…I consider myself a dreamer; dreaming my life into real experiences.
The dreams which occur during my sleep are the ones that I have come to appreciate for what they offer.
After doing my own research many years ago for a paper I was writing for a psychology class, I started to see my dreams differently. I wish I had kept a copy of that paper, for it was the outcome of hours and hours of reading many articles from scientific journals with a bit of Freud and Jung thrown in for good measure. The paper’s title was something along the lines of dream analysis as a tool in psychotherapy.
I keep a dream journal and find that going back from time to time to read what I wrote months or years ago, reveals even more than I thought at the time. I even bought a dream book which contains “symbols for self understanding”. This has helped me navigate some, yet not all of my dreams. I have concluded that some will be more clear to me as more time passes and I continue the process of reflecting upon them.
Not all of my dreams are clear enough that I remember them upon waking. I write them down in the early part of the morning, lest they get completely away and I lose them. Sometimes all I can recall are pieces, fragments, artifacts of the meanderings. I always write those down as well.
A few nights ago, I had a dream which was pretty clear. There were some clear symbols in it. Other parts of the dream were less clear as to what may hold meaning. The passing of time will reveal more in reflection, I’m sure.
Some of the artifacts include, the color and style of dress I was wearing, a lovely wood coffin in a funeral home; an odd vehicle in which I traveled to the funeral home. I was driving and that is important. There were people talking rather loudly and laughing in a vestibule type area, which made me uneasy. I recall finding a place to sit after looking around as I walked past the coffin; finding a soft wingback chair on the side, midway toward the back of the space. I also recall a feeling of sadness and a realization that I had no tissues for my tears and went to find some. I overheard a comment by someone who said they were surprised by the sudden loss. My thought upon hearing that was, “I got a call at 10:45 – THAT was a surprise!”
So this one is full of symbols; some clear and others not so clear, at least for now.
I enjoy dream work and am grateful to those who have helped me interpret a few seemingly odd dreams. For those conversations have helped me maintain a level of curiosity about my dreams, past and present.
Do these dreams of my sleep have anything to do with my daydreaming of what I can be, do or have? Why of course. So even differentiating between them, there is a way to see how each informs the other. Our daydreaming is a way that we imagine the very best of experiences that we deeply desire. We adjust, modify and change those dreams as we live our lives day-to-day. Our sleeping dreams can tell us so much about ourselves and our journey, that can inform the day-dreaming, the imaginings of our hearts and minds; and can move us in the direction of the unfolding of those deeply desired, heart wishes that become our dreams, that can become our reality…our experience.
And there is this…when we help others achieve their dreams, we are contributing to the realization of our own dreams. Giving love brings more love to us and that is, or should be, at the core of our dreams.
This much I know about my dream from last night. Something is definitely ending. I am leaving behind an aspect of myself. With death and endings, there is life and new beginnings. Such is the infinite cycle of our journey.
I am open, excited. With anticipation, I walk into this next phase of my life, even if I am unsure about what is on the other side of the door. For I trust that my heart(soul) and what I refer to as God (Creator, Universe, Spirit, unconditionally loving entity) are working together co-creating what is beginning to unfold.
This is how dreams that we have for ourselves, which reflect our heart’s full expression in the world, become real.
Dream on…and love your life.
“You are a courageous warrior of love, with unique gifts to offer the world. The Divine gave these gifts to you, and now is the time for you to deliver them. “
– Debbie Ford