One of the things I
like most about dreams of the night is that they do not back off from
reality. If they see that something is wrong, they say it,
acknowledge it, and keep after us, repeating the message constantly
from different angles, until we admit the truth.
The backing off from
the truth has always seemed to me to be like having other gods before
us, a violation of the very first commandment, or a form of the first
of the seven deadly sins, Pride. I immediately think of C. S. Lewis’s
statement that there are those who say to God “Thy will be done”
and there are those to whom God says, “OK, we’ll do it your way.”
It may be, however,
that dreams stop speaking if there is absolutely no chance that we will
ever admit what they are trying to tell us. But I don’t know this
as a fact. Dreams do seem to be economical despite a common view that
they are senseless, purposeless epiphenomena.
Another aspect of
dreams which particularly fascinates me is their connection to the
paranormal things like telepathy, remote viewing, foresight, healing,
communication with people who have “died” and other spiritual
forms such as angels.
I simply can not
imagine life without honoring dreams as the most important
truth-speakers in my life – I can’t even imagine not paying any
attention to my dreams – and yet I know, despite all those who have
written about them, that I have personally not met more than three
people during my whole seventy-eight years who have the remotest clue
of what they are missing. They are simply scornful if you bring up
the subject.
I consider this to
be a far worse loss for us all than the current Coronavirus plague.
