On Being Real
Dreams are an awesome map to the psyche. They illustrate our innermost thoughts and fears. And hopes too.
In our dreams anything is possible. We can bend time, suspend it or move beyond it, if we wish.
Last night I had the best dream ever. I walked into a café and was greeted by the owner who was wearing a wool sweater. He asked how I was, although I didn’t know him. I put on my very best face and said “Great!” even though, in my dream, I really wasn’t that great at all. He hugged me, then went about his business. I sat next to an artist, whose paintings suddenly turned dark. The room filled with a negative vibration and I could feel the walls closing in on me.
I didn’t like how things were going so I decided — in mid-dream — to back it up and try again. I hit the “rewind” button on the scene and started it again.
Same café. Same owner. Same wool sweater. He asked the same question, only this time I decided to be real. I told him I wasn’t that great at all and that, well, life had thrown a few curveballs my way. He hugged me again, then went about his business. I sat next to the same artist whose pictures now took on a whole new vibrancy. Shoot, her images even danced! The room filled with an atmosphere of love, care and compassion.
When we choose to be real, we give people permission to do the same. It builds trust and opens hearts.
It gives us the space to let things be exactly as they are. No fighting. No struggle. Just acceptance for the Way Things Are.
I learned a lot from that dream. We have a lot more freedom than we sometimes believe. With that freedom comes the power to choose who and how we wish to be.
I vote for being real and wooly-sweater hugs. How about you?