Pipe dreams

A week of odd dreams. I wake up, swiftly run through the scenes, mentally tagging sequences to my recent past. Not much more than the usual demons. This leaped out from A Course in Miracles:

“Dreams are perceptual temper tantrums in which you literally scream, “I want it thus!” And thus it seems to be. And yet the dream cannot escape its origin….Dreams show you that you have the power to make a world as you would have it to be, and that because you want it, you see it. And while you see it, you do not doubt that it is real.

“Yet here is a world, clearly within your mind, that seems to be outside. You do not respond to it as though you made it, nor do you realiseĀ  that the emotions that the dream produces must come from you. It is the figures in the dream and what they do that seems to make the dream. You do not realise that you are making them act out for you, for if you did, the guilt would not be theirs, and the illusion of satisfaction would be gone….You seem to waken, and the dream is gone. Yet what you fail to recognise is that what caused the dream has not gone with it.”

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Burning amber

Have to take a leap of faith tonight
Trust that the nine-year-old knew
Alchemy better than the 29-year-old.
I’d like to say
Twenty years hence
That we spun gold from our madness.
And turning to the sun, though we were blind
We grasped
For that first light.

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