Dreams are merely fantasies. Or nightmares. They have no hidden meaning; at least their meaning is not hidden from the dreamer. The dreamer understands the dream, if he is willing to take the risk of unwrapping it. But that can drape a shroud over a day. Or a week. Or a month. Or the rest of a lifetime. Dreams may be interpretations that escape one’s psyche, making their way to consciousness.

After waking—and thinking about a dream that erases every trace of positive expectations and hope from one’s mind—writing a blog post has only one purpose: to document a mental experience one wishes, fiercely, to forget. That is not a purpose I will pursue. Not this morning, anyway.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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