We project light, and shadow, onto a screen, then stare for hours at the flickering images of the "film." We believe the people, places and things we see.

There's a film going inside our heads. We project it all the time, on the buildings we pass and the people we see. What doesn't fit our worldview ends up on the editing room floor.

But the dream sweeps up those pieces, and makes its own director's cut. It refuses to discard the scenes we want to forget.

Projections change the world into the replica of one's own unknown face.
--C.J. Jung, Aion

We forget the dream as fast as we can; and if that fails we tell the dream to someone else and ask them to explain what it means. There's no shortage of of professionals willing to accomodate.

``I know what your dream means" is an act of projection. The dream is yours. Sharing it is a righteous act. But seeking interpretation is a sin. Don't ask others what you already know. The dreamer knows. The persona keeps wanting to forget. Repeat the last two sentences five times. ``No, please, I'd rather listen to your projection of who I am and what life means then explore my dreams and come up with my own answers." No wonder people are so miserable and depressed. Wouldn't you feel lousy if every night you deceived yourself? (We have decieved ourselves from the beginning. That is why the lie is so complete.)

"I thought Oz was a great Head," said Dorothy.

"And I thought Oz was a lovely Lady," said the Scarecrow.

"And I thought Oz was a terrible Beast," said the Tin Woodman.

"And I thought Oz was a Ball of Fire," exclaimed the Lion.

"No, you are all wrong," said the little man meekly. "I have been making believe."

"Making believe!" cried Dorothy. "Are you not a Great Wizard?"

"Hush, my dear," he said. "Don't speak so loud, or you will be overheard--and I should be ruined. I'm supposed to be a Great Wizard."

--L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz