Sometimes dreams seem to think I am smarter than I believe I am. They send material I have to unpack. When I finally do, I often feel amused. Really, Dream Maker? Ali Baba? Oh, yes, the secret code to opening the cave of treasure; the cave in which the slave girl saves her master and, thereby, frees herself. "Didn’t you wonder, Dream Maker, if I’d remember to what the words Ali Baba refer?" What faith she has in me. Almost as much as I have in her. |
Of course, at the door there is always temptation. " But what about this?" the dreamer asks. "And this. How can I…?" This is the temptation to fall back into an old template or pattern, to where we’ve been, the attempted reassertion of what is finished.
When dreams like these come leave questions behind. Forge on. Later, understanding will incorporate past certainties as well as past uncertainties. There is a place for them. After all, this is not a war, or even a conflict. It is an offer accepted. A decision. A mystery embraced.