I did not ask of God that he should change anything in events themselves, but that he should change me in regard to things, so that I might have the power to create my own universe, to govern my dreams, instead of enduring them.
—Gerard De Nerval
One does not dream; one is dreamed. We undergo the dream, we are the objects.
—Carl Jung
When You Get To The Mountain Top...Jump!
My dreams have been and continue to be a major directive and translator in my life. They guide me into and out of places my imagination can not imagine. Dreams, like the one told here, have shaped my philosophy more than any book I have read or person I have known.
In this dream I am playing soccer on a lush green field with a backdrop of the Santa Monica mountains and the Pacific ocean. During the game large rock formations start jutting from the earth, forcing us to run for our lives. So not to be crushed by the rocks, we start climbing.
When I reach the top of the tallest mountain, I look back for my companions but they have all disappeared. The sky is clear and blue above, a blanket of cotton like clouds covers the view to the ground. Everything is perfectly still. As I make my way to the edge, I notice a tall man looking out over the clouds. He is dressed in a monastic robe and holds a tall walking staff. His eyes are the color of the sky and he has a Fu Manchu mustache. He is ancient. Wisdom lights his face.
“What do I do now?” I ask the stranger.
“Jump—some make it, some don’t, “ he says in a quiet, direct voice.
I am flying through the clouds. The wind is in my face and causes my eyes to water. I wake up to a cold, wet pillow.
Photo Credit: Ann Reed, Clouds Above, Clouds Below, Mogollon Rim, Digital Photo, 6x10, 2007.