Years ago, I would often have dreams that felt significant. I’d write them down and turn them into a kind of poetry, essentially by striking everything that didn’t resonate. I’d write down everything I remembered–which, over time, I got better at remembering and so had more to work with–and then just delete anything that didn’t deeply resonate.
At some point, a few years ago, my dreams stopped. I went years without remembering a single dream. Maybe I had them and didn’t recall. Maybe I didn’t dream. No idea. But they were completely gone. Wholly vanished.
They have come back, and they are powerful. … And I really don’t know what to make of the experience. Or maybe I do and I just have a hard time trusting it. Believing it.
Very few of the dreams feel like random brain-farts anymore. Everything seems significant. And now, it’s not uncommon for me to wake up and then fall back asleep and return to the same dream or a related dream.
It is relevant that I’ve been doing a fair bit of “inner work” lately (a term I dlsike for for some reason)–last night I was at a book group discussing Eckhart Tolle’s “Power of Now,” for instance. But I’m not sure which came first, an interest in enlightenment or the dreams.
Anyway, I thought it could be interesting to share some of our dreams. Maybe it’s just weird imagery or maybe people will have helpful insight.