No matter whether I remember my dreams or not, they sure influence the mood I wake with …
On dull mornings I want to stay in bed and drift from one dream to another …
Another morning a space opens the instant I wake. I see a colour, a movement, a view, I understand something, I have clarity, and my heart jumps in recognition … fully alive. And the days rolls on with optimum achievements … effortlessly …
I’m not suggesting I can control my mood a day ahead, but certain disciplines do affect how I wake. Calming and opening my mind, a prayer or a mantra before I close my eyes seem to bring me more intelligible dreams. Asking a question of my unconscious psyche, writing it on a scrap of paper and putting it under my pillow, works well. It’s like tuning into a radio station. I attempt my choice of programme (though only a fraction of our psyche functions consciously). I even can, with some dedication become conscious (lucid) in a dream and influence its outcome.
Trouble is – I have phases of anarchy when I say, ‘to hell with discipline, to hell with my pesky will.’ Phases when I prefer to wander randomly into the surreal dark … and roam the collective …
It’s embarrassing. I’m supposed to be an expert, having facilitated monthly dream groups for fifteen years. From this experience, and from working with psychotherapy clients, I know a dream explored can spark psychological growth and change a person’s life for the better.
Carl Gustav Jung had the thought – a dream unexplored is like a letter unopened.
I’m suspicious of quotes. They can float like fluffy clouds, or annoy with carved certainty while having no relevance to an actual situation. And we all get the occasional crap letter. Then again, I sorted old papers recently, and I found even the rare crap letter contained something worth reflecting upon. It all comes down to attitude, perception and application.
So what am I saying?
Given there are endless variables … the weather, the global mood, the state of mind of your friends and opponents and their attitude towards you, the dinner you had, the TV or radio programme you fall asleep over, the worry-loops and idle chatter in your head you habitually give energy to … aim for a balance between self-discipline and anarchy.
Be kind to yourself, experiment, and if something works, remember it but don’t invest in the outcome. Slowly by slowly you learn to trust your intuition. Slowly by slowly you begin to realise that you really know very little about the psyche of the universe you are part of, slowly by slowly you have to accept that you ARE … that the wavelength you tune into carries you along until you find a pitch that chimes in your heart. It can take a while …
Course of Mirrors 
What a lovely post. The writing was actually dreamlike in a strange way. Super pictures as well, I particularly loved the dining table one it held such promise.
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A little oasis of a place in Majorca where I stayed with friends a few years back. They moved on to mainland Spain. Everything moves on, which is sad and also freeing. And yet, every detail of our lives is held in some memory sphere outside time. It’s a mystery. And it makes it possible to virtually re-enter an atmosphere, like imagine we sit down at that table among good company and your share your next installment of Phil and Smithy’s story over delicious food and wine. Einstein called it spooky action, We could call it teleportation 🙂
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