Dreaming is Nature growing us, by way of images and story. While we are asleep, complex symbols are narrated together in a sophisticated unfolding of our ‘private myths.’ But every morning, we have to overcome resistance to what reads like ‘nonsense.’
This is because we live in a rationalistic age which has willfully forgotten our mother tongue, the language of symbols. It is a ruthless voice which calls dreams superstition and, like nature itself, Dreamwork is in fast danger of becoming extinct.
Those warriors who penetrate the dismissal to learn reverence for their dreams, who teach dreaming to their children, are rewarded by astonishment and a sense of responsibility.