Who do you talk to about your dreams?
Dear Dreamer,
Who do you talk to about your dreams?
I wish my dog and I could talk to each other about our dreams.
I would tell her,
“You’re always the one I’m worried about in my nightmares now.”
And what would she tell me about her dreams?
Could I conjure a dream to come and answer that question for me?
If I left an offering to Wild Wolf and Dark Edged Forest of yesternight’s mare,
An offering left on the porch, perhaps…
I think sharing dreams is a way of practicing love,
And we might learn to love each other more by sharing our dreams.
To share our dreams is to remember how weird we all are.
Our dreams are all so weird.
We forget that this is a universal truth.
We start to think that we are the only ones whose dreams are so weird.
It’s reassuring to remember that the weirdness isn’t some individual deviance,
it’s woven into the fabric of everything.
As in, the universe itself is queer.
To share our dreams is also to release our ownership of them.
We think our dreams are all about us.
We think we are the ones dreaming the dreams.
But if we shared our dreams more, we’d quickly see
how even the deeply personal is always universal.
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