Dreams

I enjoy examining the chaos of my dreams. The dreaming brain is a hard drive working without an operating system. Different programs intermingle. Mothers merge with strangers. Strangers morph into animals. Animals speak French or gibberish at will.

 

The chaos of dreams enforces my enthusiasm for the development of consciousness. The value of working with my hard-drive (brain) with an operating system (practice) is immense in the scope of evolution. Yet so much of this value is wasted on homo sapiens.

 

I know from working with those who are mentally distressed that tracking and discussing dreams are methods toward recovery. Dream journals are established tools of therapists, writers and visual artists. The wealth of random thought in dreams can provide clues which can lead to insight and behavioral change.

 

Last night I dreamt of some Humanists I have known. We were engaged in a meeting. The dialogues in the dream have left me with much to consider... about myself, my practice and those with whom I have interacted. Isn't this marvelous? I feel my brain's full work is often done in the background of my awareness. Meditation, which I do daily, is one way of accessing the fruit of that labor. Dreams are also a valuable channel for accessing what is going on beneath the surface of my awareness.