Ive come to think of consciousness as a continuum of states from fully awake cogitation to daydreaming to the altered consciousness of hallucinations and dreams. Still interpreting dreams can only take place when were awake. I believe meaning is what the mind makes and wants. Its essential to perception and to consciousness in all its forms. But the important meanings of psychotherapy are subjective. Theres a lot of research that confirms that drem content reflects the dreamers emotional conflicts.

It take faith to follow your dreams and courage to reach them.

The heartbeat is an irregular bell tolling the footprints create ammonite patterns in the snow they spiral in serpentine undulations toward a complicated centre of mass forming a beautifully inscribed hieroglyph the earth acting as papyrus. Its all signs and symbols reading the emotions of another is an art and tonight she lacks the imagination needed in order to be creative. Bewitching to behold wings tucked neatly into the back of a loose summer jacket his bare feet dusky and dusty tumble languidly toward her over the soft crumbling ground. Dawn finds her dreams more beautiful to inhabit than reality. To her it becomes more real than the bed sheets shes pulling close to her chest. As he approaches she continues to watch the invocation of her desire. Wherever he steps the snow flees its as if spring flowers from the very tips of his toes. She holds her breath as he slips his hand into hers leading her away from the top of the hill on which they are standing. They dont follow the path instead they tread boldly over willow roots twigs and fern leaves. Looking upwards in order to see the colour of the sky Dawn crosses her fingers for a shade of blue.

I had a dream about you. You were cooking me dinner and I was standing by the stove questioning your every move. You found me ungrateful and I found the number for Chinese takeout. I may not have wanted your food but I still wanted your love. Your love isnt burnt too is it

The ground was so far below him he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him but he could feel how fast he was falling and he knew what was waiting for him down there. Even in dreams you could not fall forever. He would wake up in the instant before he hit the ground he knew. You always woke in the instant before you hit the ground.

But no-one came here to live an ordinary life. Despite what our somnambulistic mythless society society tells us a place stuffed to the gilders with unawake unthinking folk ruled by shoulds oughts and have-tos people who have no understanding of themselves individuals afraid to acknowledge let alone live their dreams you came here to weave your unique essence and vision into the world thus rendering it magnificent both for yourself and others.

If theres a will theres a wayI feel larger than LIFE--and look up to the stars who shine down on me and have become my own personal cheerleaders....as my fingers tap on my computer late into the night..

No man runs the race until he sees the dream.

God doesnt like it when we ask Him for the smallest things dare to make your dream so big that He can conveniently fit into it and make your dream come true.

A blind mans world is bounded by the limits of his touch an ignorant mans world by the limits of his knowledge a great mans world by the limits of his vision.