When I really let myself think about it, it amazes me how much time we spend asleep -- dreaming. Literally a third of our lives are spent in a state we don't altogether understand. It also baffles me how little time, by and large, we spend in our waking state thinking about all that occurs while we dream. And yet, dreams are so powerful. And mysterious. Our brains shut down... All our brilliant brains... that spend the day balancing check books, figuring out the quickest routes to drive around town, working, problem solving, multi-tasking... they all shut down. And something else entirely takes over. And we leave our bodies. I mean, isn't that completely amazing? I dream vividly. I dream of tidal waves and animals, of people who have died, and people I know, I dream I can fly and swim deep into warm green water without breathing. I've dreamed a lion was licking my eyes... I've dreamed an airplane crashed next to me... I've dreamed of fictional places where my body doesn't follow the rules in our physical world... I've had terrifying dreams, disturbing dreams, and dreams so sweet and wonderful I never want to wake up. I try to remember them the next day... I try to turn them over in my mind and figure out what they mean -- because ultimately, I think there are lessons and messages to unfold. My dreams don't always make me happy, but I'm so very happy that I dream.
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