Your heart is the real truth. Your eye is the beauty which it beholds, and your purpose is contained in all that your being embraces and holds in awe.
What about an Aztec looking figure of a man in a big headdress? Ancestor. Black feet?
I don’t remember, just that he was small and the headdress was very large. Ah yes, he feel almost mindlessly aggressive? Even though he didn’t really threaten you?
He was sitting on my head. I took the headdress off and people told me they liked it and I should leave it on. Wake feeling nervous, or strongly irritated? Hmm, he was an Imago actually, minor oneiroi. They have the life span of fruit flies.
What do they do? They take form when something really captures your imagination. They just try to survive and reproduce. They try to get their image spread around, or fascinate the one originally creating them. If they can hold your imagination long enough then they can act more freely.
The headdress was really colorful, reds and yellows. Do you often dream of flowers or gardening?
Not really. I dream about birds a lot. Ah, I see. And driving some kind of vehicle but more about birds lately. They have a number of strategies for metempsychosis, but they try to take forms you find more believable. The steadier and more grounded the image, the stronger they can become.
They’ll be flying next to me as I drive. Sounds like you have a familiar. Hear much music or see much art in your dream?
I have had dreams about art, a painting from which the universe sprung and I think I hear music, but not certain. Your familiar has evolved into a muse, so used absurdity but moved into deeper imagination.
Creativity taking wing? Created surviving in creativity, more or less the same thing, and will likely pass to others though they won’t realize it. People accuse you of being infectious?
Find you developed a liking for the smell of coffee, even if you never drink it? I love the smell of coffee.
Or light through stained glass, even things like broken glass bottles? Yes, I love that too. I have a bottle garden. Have an unexplainable discomfort for “serious” art? Stark realism images, self-portraits, rather than landscapes.
Chartres class just makes me intoxicated, and yes, when I feel art is not from the heart, if it’s just a clever idea with no emotion. Muses don’t like that sort of art. It does not give them enough energy.
The idea is that there is a kind of memory in nature. Each kind of thing has a collective memory. So, take a squirrel living in New York now. That squirrel is being influenced by all past and present squirrels, everywhere. The collective dream. Exactly, and dreams can also be new born.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.