Once, many years ago, the shores of Lake Superior gifted me a dream. That dream foretold many, many things: a betrayal by a man of influence, the arrival of a beloved animal companion, and the work that we would do together—both the man and the animal.
The dream is still revealing itself to me. Because dreams are living things, or something close to alive, which we still don’t have words for—numinous, maybe— potent, suffused with more-than-this-world consciousness. When I try to track the story of this dream, and its impact in my life (so far)—it isn’t neat and tidy. It is definitely NOT logical—it’s like walking through a labyrinth where every turn leaves you confused, but with goosebumps. But maybe more than anything, this dream showed me the dreamworld is real, that dreams have incredible power, and if you turn towards them, they will guide you through your waking life in a way that absolutely nothing else can.
Once, many years ago, the shores of Lake Superior gifted me a dream. That dream foretold many, many things: a betrayal by a man of influence, the arrival of a beloved animal companion, and the work that we would do together—both the man and the animal.
The dream is still revealing itself to me. Because dreams are living things, or something close to alive, which we still don’t have words for—numinous, maybe— potent, suffused with more-than-this-world consciousness. When I try to track the story of this dream, and its impact in my life (so far)—it isn’t neat and tidy. It is definitely NOT logical—it’s like walking through a labyrinth where every turn leaves you confused, but with goosebumps. But maybe more than anything, this dream showed me the dreamworld is real, that dreams have incredible power, and if you turn towards them, they will guide you through your waking life in a way that absolutely nothing else can.