The nocturnal world of our sub-conscious self is this mysterious arena of activity that engages our deepest thoughts and emotions in a subliminal psychoanalysis, transporting our imagination to heightened spheres of possibility that await the dawn of each new day.
We all dream, even if we are not aware of it, a healthy function of the secret world of sleep that invites us into new spaces of possibility. Neuroscience has discovered that everything we see imagine or think is linked to neural responses in the brain that come back to haunt or help us in the night, the ghosts of our waking hours reminding us that there is more meaning hiding in the essence of our daily experiences. Our sleep proposes that there are deeper levels of instinctive and intuitive clarification available to us.
Dreams reveal our deep psychological fragility, a vulnerability that points to the need for rest and recalibration on a daily basis. They are a quotidian anaesthetic that prepare us to do the meditative work of letting the light penetrate our darkness. The impressionable impact of our fragmented hallucinations will need some healthy processing if we are take seriously our need for wholeness.
For most of us our dreams are a mix of confused memories, a ‘pizza’ of random thoughts that revisit us with unspecified construction, not always making sense, often deserting our minds within minutes of our waking hours. Every now and then the planets align and the vivid impact of a dream captures us with its transcendent majesty, somehow suggesting that there is something more going on that needs our undivided attention. A premonition, a precognition, or a paradoxical insinuation can hint at the possibility of our lives as a divine conduit somehow channeling a bigger conversation of otherness that we have accidentally hooked into.
The dreams that I have remembered are a gentle reminder of my para-normal self, the mystical me that reaches beyond my conscious state, groping for coherent lucidity, seeking to find deeper meaning in all that existence wants to reveal to me. There is an inexplicable part of me that needs to disengage with conscious reality on a daily basis, a switching off to the perceived stimuli that shapes my conscious personhood, in order to submit to the hidden powers that be, the sacred forces of the universe that animate all life.
‘Young men will see visions and old men will dream dreams’ - Acts of the Apostles
The ancient mystics said that dreams were the domain of old souls, those who would take the time to contemplate their profundity and lean into the possibility of a new reality. The wisdom of years will be our guide on the way to a clarity that youthfulness demands, especially if we are to envision a different future. Our subconscious self is a reminder that our conscious life experiences are fuelled by the dreamer inside, like a whisper in our soul constantly exploring each new day with eager anticipation. The prophet Jeremiah says that Gods mercy and compassion is new every morning, this innate essence of a dream that awakens us to the light of every new day, a faithfulness that is committed to the health of our providential well-being.
‘I was sound asleep, but in my dreams I was wide awake. Oh, listen! It's the sound of my lover knocking, calling! - Song of Songs
Pay attention to your dreams and listen to their profound intrusion in your life, there is more going on than you realise. The divine lover (like a dream) arrives when you least expect it in order to surprise your ‘becoming' with the prospect of unfathomable likelihood. Dreams are a divine conduit that welcome you into new spaces, a Narnia or Wonderland that introduces you to a plethora of strange concoctions, ingredients, and elements that don’t come together under normal circumstances, but somehow find mutual collaboration in other-worldy romantic idealism.