There is a great sleep, and within lies the mind of the dreamer – where whatever one can conceive, one can create. This is the dream time. The world of instant manifestation. And this world is the seat of the primordial consciousness.

Asleep my mind works miracles. It moves mountains and makes the impossible seem like child’s play. Asleep I am a brilliant creator. We are all brilliant creators. The power of the dream makes gods of wo-men.

This world is a magnificent dream. My concept of time makes it seem long drawn out, stretching back billions of years to the great beginning of the material ism. But in a non-temporal conception, I’m sure, this world is also one of instant manifest. It is only my relativity that makes it seem otherwise.

And so the dream, is closer to the mind of god. It still experiences sequence, it is not an all at once expression, but the movement are much quicker. Uploads and downloads are not subject to material laws.

Asleep, is it possible I exist closer to the base reality?

If this waking world is much slower, still related to the fundamental frequency but more distant harmonics, than the dream, than it must be.

I’ve never flown in a dream, but I’ve heard that it is possible. In the dream it seems exist a different set of laws.

I wonder about the imagination of our species. We have imagined planes and trains, by observing the birds and burning coals. We gain inspiration from the natural world, and I imagine who dared dream the Earth and it’s beings.

Must they arise from a dream? Need some great creator imagine the form before the form can come to be? Or may something arise from simply nothing?

My dreams replay to me the deepest seeds of my mind. Yes, they show me shallow reflections too, like the memories of the day, or the movies that have played, but they also reveal the deepest truths and fears that make me who I am.

There is a subconscious intelligence that underlies my proclivities. And with the operation of an intelligence unbeknownst to me, I become more willing to accept that there is much that I am unaware of.

The vast infinity. And my radical subjectivity, totally dependent on these unique human sensories. The biggest picture is beyond sight and sound. I accept the slight fraction that I have access to. But from this small picture, I extrapolate a brilliant universe.

By understanding the dream, I recognize the ability to create from imagination. These physical bodies that we receive which harbor the infinity of mind.

What a beautiful species are we that merge the finite with the infinite. How we have our cake and eat it too!

Do not be fooled. We are no fools. We are the expression of a very, very, very long equation, billions of years in the making.

We are creators, great consciousness born from a cosmic dream.

What intelligence births beings like us!? What reverence I hold for the unfathomable creator that makes we.

Some are in awe of those who can sleep through a storm. To think that thunder crashes, and you lay peacefully in your slumber. But know this, that as we sleep galaxies spin. We might not hear them, but stars collide, suns appear to rise, comets crash, craters splash rubble the size of moons.

There is an incredible harmony of innumerable, galactic spheres that exist within time and space. And that is only the discernable beginning.

As I sit, the Earth is spinning. And it is only because I am a part of the chaos that I cannot discern the chaos. Immersed in the mystery, it is challenging to sense the mystery. If only we were all so easily able to see the biggest picture – the cosmic intelligence, the dream of the universe.

We are active participants in the dream.

And so we extrapolate. We realize the divinity that we participate in. And it inspires an ineffable awe. As tribute to the divinity, we create. We act like the maker that we conceive. We bring to life. We mimic the nature that surrounds us. We experience the glory of creativity. We experience grace and the beauty of life.

Awake or asleep, a perfect harmony unfolds. We experience the passion and pleasure and pain of life. We swing from the pillars of polarity as we understand the divinity of creativity. We are faced with trials and triumphs. We will succeed as creators are destined to.

We are children of the dream.