We all woke up this morning and we had with it the amazing return of our conscious mind. We recovered minds with a complete sense of self and a complete sense of our own existence yet we hardly ever pause to consider this wonder.

Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will So that men sometimes in their dreams confessAn unsuspected or forgotten self -Since Dreaming Madness Passion are akinIn missing each that salutory reinOf reason and the grinding will of man.

Why is it, my shadow-striding friend, that we don't fear dreams? We lose consciousness, lose control, things happen with no apparent logic and abiding by no apparent rules.... We don't fear dreams, but we do fear madness, and death terrifies us.

Death is a part of Life they are dancing together the dance of infinity in front of the gates of Time. We can live our dreams as we are dreaming our future. Time is the Endless Consciousness

Waking consciousness is dreaming but dreaming constrained by external reality

Properly speaking the unconscious is the real psychic its inner nature is just as unknown to us as the reality of the external world and it is just as imperfectly reported to us through the data of consciousness as is the external world through the indications of our sensory organs.