I'm no fucking buddhist. But this is enlightenment.

For over fifteen years I've kept a dream diary. Every morning I write down whatever bits of my dreams I can remember however bizarre or mundane. Sometimes I dream whole other lives, storylines for creative projects, dialogues etc. and sometimes I dream things that are as dull as making custard, literally. I've been looking through them all today and I was really surprised at the dreams I've had and totally forgotten, and I was also surprised at how many of my dreams came true or foretold symbols that would crop up in my life at a later date. I've met people in my dreams before I met them in reality and I've dreamed things that I didn't know and people told me later. Because dreams are in a figurative language of metaphor and symbol these 'foretellings' aren't like a film of what will happen and I never know which of them will come true and which won't.

None of the dreams that came true have been particularly portentous in any way, often they are quite mundane things. For example about 6 months ago I dreamed I found a box of soaps that I didn't know I had, I sorted them out and decided to keep some because they were still ok. A couple of weeks ago we were clearing out my daughter's room and she found a box of soaps she had collected as a child. We sat together and sorted them out and decided to keep some of them as they were still ok.

Interesting to me but not meaningful to anybody else. And yet I realise that obviously there is something about the way time works that we don't understand just yet.

10 out of 10 if you know which song the title of the blog comes from.