Gathering Pixie Dust
I am not sure what to think about dreams, but I am addicted. Many years back I undertook it to try and connect more deeply with my dreams, with my dreaming self. I studied and practiced all sorts of the techniques that are out there; journalling, revisiting, sharing, deconstructing. They were all very interesting and definitely brought a deeper access to these enigmatic realms. But overall I would say that it was a hell of a lot of work (on many levels), and that by connecting to my dreams through such effort, I felt I was creating a relationship quality with them that I did not want.
I tried then to just let the techniques go, tried to just let the dreams come to me. Of course, that didn’t work as well. Somehow the energy invested in dream practices is what creates the stronger connection, and by just sitting and waiting for dreams, no draw is created to bring them to shore.
So I have been striving not to strive, hoping to one day find a way to feel a simple, organic connection with the morphaic. On one side of this I know that the dreamers of old needed no techniques, no journals, no discussion groups, to reach their other half. But then on the other side, our world is so pathologically opposed to what we are that it seems to take an equally pathological level of action (ie, dream journalling for hours every day) to establish and maintain what seems to me would be a natural state.
For now my experiment continues, trying to find a happy medium. Lately I have begun tweeting my dreams. I rather like this. It is similar to the practices where one tries to give each dream a name that distills the essence of it down to a simple statement. With a tweet (140 characters) I have a bit more space to define the energy of each dream, but certainly not enough to go into the vast details that regular journalling usually entails. This has, so far, allowed me to engender an intentional movement towards a deepening connection, without allowing the compulsive and obsessive mind a place to enter in and ruin it all.
I touch, I sample, and I journey on.
(photo used under the creative commons license, by a little tune)
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