Our world of dreams is a fiercely strange landscape of facts, fictions, and faces. But as we all know, they splash across our nighttime shores mixed and muddled. The ancients translated them as messages from the future. Moderns understand them as impressions from the past. Either way -- someone somewhere will dream about you tonight.
This is because somehow your life crossed theirs. As a fellow student, a fellow worker, a fellow member of an important event. Or just as likely you were simply a blip on their screen. Perhaps a face in the crowd, a nurse passing your room, a child looking up at you.
Here's the Freudian-Jungian-Hitchcockian point.
Donne was right. No one is an island. Our little ripples wash into their little ripples on this ocean of life with both small and large consequences. We're just too self-absorbed to always absorb these daily facts. Yet deep in the sanctums of our consciousness we record them like the exquisite computer network of memories that we are.
There's not enough time in our waking hours to quarry and quantify these memories. After all we're busy living and paying forward. And yet, nothing we [or those countless they's] have ever done is ever lost. Very often they simply ripple in when we're not busy living but busy dreaming.
In case I pop up this evening, do say hello. I promise to do the same.....
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