27. Sleeptalking

My plays talk to me. It is part of being organic, I suppose. They communicate through symbols and images, through thoughts and ideas, through other writer's writings and other artist's artistic expressions and forms. I don't always know what these messages mean or when they are about my plays, because I can not always interpret them fully. The most challenging of the symbols are those from my dreams. My plays talk to me when I sleep. They talk to me at other times too, but those messages tend to be more clear. There is something about dreams that is elusive and ephemeral, much as life is. I don't usually write my dreams down, though I know people who do. I like to keep the dream with me for as long as I can, to keep it alive inside of me, inside of my mind and inside of my body. If I have time, those first moments after waking are most useful, as is any quiet time before the onslaught of the day hits me. The entire dream doesn't last of course, but certain moments do, certain images call for my attention; the others fall away and are gone. Life is full of noise, but dreams require contemplative time to decipher. The stronger images will stay with me most of the day. Some images pop back into my conscious mind a few days later, or maybe even a week or two later. Usually when they pop back I understand what it was trying to tell me. Of course dreams aren't only about my plays, they too are about my life and who I am and how I fit in the world I've created for myself and how I fit in with the outside world I live in the middle of. Walks are good contemplative time, as is driving (when traffic isn’t too heavy--if traffic is heavy I work on rhythm, see #25) or commuting on a bus or train. If the images don't stay with me, I let them go; maybe they'll come back in another shape, in another dream or maybe the dream will repeat itself in a day or a week or a month or a year or two; I trust the process, so if it eludes me, I may not be ready for it or I don't understand something well enough to yet interpret it; however, when a few contemplative moments occur, images will surprisingly reappear, as if I commanded them to come back, but they do it of their own volition if they know they are welcome, as mine are; dreams are of a whole; I don't fight what it is trying to tell me--I just listen and grow with it; I listen to what it is trying to communicate to me; I roll it around in my head all day long, as I shower or go for a walk or on my way to or from the bus stop; whenever no one else is around, I listen and tap into whatever the mood, the feeling or the information is trying to tell me; knowing how to listen to dreams is an important element of my creative process; to re-listen, to re-hear, to re-see, to re-understand these images, as they come forth, as I try to keep them with me for as long as I can to better understand them and to better understand the organic process of dream understanding.

originally posted January 2014
reposted March 2018

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