Beast @ the Door

    The dream feeds on the imagination. To mature, dreams must be re-called. Without them, you are stuck in the land of literal reality.
    Each night we greet the dream; we shake hands with its images, be they terrifying, sanguine, mysterious, or brilliant. Here's the catch. We are apprehensive about our own imaginative powers. We avoid that knock in the middle of the night.
    The dream insists on being treated like a guest. You must pay attention to this Guest, or he becomes more demanding, until finally he is a bloodthirsty demon ripping down your door. LET ME IN.
    Sitting bolt upright in the dark bed we thank god it was only a dream and exchange it for the reality of waking life. We think we are safe... if we could only forget. It's not that easy.
    Imagine a four act play unfolding over your lifetime. The drama is about you (fact is, you play most of the parts); each dream a new scene. Storytelling is an ancient art, a primitive language which defies interpretation. A good tale should, at least, be listened to (whether we understand it or not). It can take a bit of courage to host these stories about yourself. Will you give your Self a place to eat, sleep, and rest unharmed? If not

... Shame On You