Here are some of my associations with “Dreams” on this Monday of the week between Christmas and the New Year of 2016:
- This time of year feels particularly dream-like to me,
- I think and talk a lot about dreams, at work and elsewhere.
- One of my favorite books is Where People Fly and Water Runs Uphill, about the amazing healing that happens when people share dreams in groups.
- Even though I’ve been living the dream of blogging daily for (almost) three years, I’ve written only four previous posts with “Dreams” in the title (here, here, here, and here).
- When I got my first cardiac pacemaker at age ten in 1963, my being alive and well over fifty years later was just a dream.
- I’ve had several dream jobs — including creating the recruitment video for Berklee College of Music in the 1990s — but nothing more satisfying than my current work as a psychotherapist.
- When I was 44 years old, I consciously gave up the dream of ever having a child.
- One month later, I found out I was pregnant with my dreamy son, Aaron.
- Two nights ago I had a dream when I was falling from a great height to certain death, but because I knew I was dreaming, I wasn’t afraid, at all.
- If a dream comes true and I get a call-back when I try out for The Voice on February 21, I’m going to sing Mad World, which has this line:
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.
Because I was dreaming so much yesterday, I forgot to take many photos. Which of these images seems the most dream-like, to you?
It’s always a dream for me that people feel safe enough to share their dreams, here and elsewhere.
Dreamy thanks to all who helped me create this post and to all those who read it, here and now.
