Immersed in our dream, what we experience is reality. The cobbled stones beneath my feet shifting into grass may mean ‘having no solid ground beneath my feet,’ but that interpretation is not the dream, not the experience of the shift from cold cobbled stone to tickly grass. Interpretation is repressive of the dream-image itself.
To say an owl means death, is to lose touch with the experience of that moment when the owl in my dream swoops down low from high above my head, lands on the naked, hard telephone pole behind me against a turbulent stormy sky, turns its head and looks at me with those stark eyes.
That moment when its eyes meet mine contains so much! As does awareness of the pole or the sky, or any other feature of the dreamscape. Am I even aware of the hardness of the pole or the particular mood the sky holds for me? Each moment contains so much emotion, feeling, mood, information, physical sensation, so many associations, memories long forgotten.
Re-visiting the dream, we train ourselves to become immersed in what lies below the threshold of awareness, that which ‘lurks’ ‘beneath’ or ‘inside’, beyond what can be sensed with the five senses. Dreams are a powerful concentration of potent images speaking directly to my heart from the Soul, demanding my attention, so transforming how and what I see and sense.
