One Free Dream Card

Tell me this is not a dream. I’m sorry, yes it is, but do not worry because I have good news,
that life is but a transient dream.

We are all inserted into this dream with one dream-come-true card in our pocket. It is not ours to play. The cosmos will play it for us because it knows better, but when it is played it will be as unassuming and miraculous as the birth of a child.

On the karmic road, this will become a point of maturing, and will be laden with images that you have payed forward into your universe. Mere logic will not be able to logically assemble the pieces that synchronicity has generated.

I wake up from a recurring dream about you and there you lay. Being confused I turn to check the dreidel on the nightstand and see it lying motionless. Then it suddenly comes to me again this morning, delivered fresh like a cinnamon bagel.  

As when one is dying, one just knows. So it is with our dream card. When it is put into play you simply know that this time it is the genuine deal. If you feel, at this late hour, that it has not yet been put into play, then I have more good news.

The fact that you are reading this says that it is nearer to you than yesterday. Yet it is a great paradox that you worry you will be holding it tightly against your chest at the end of your days. Try loosening your grip.

Adulthood makes us latent to this fact, and that’s okay because something will tap you gently on the shoulder to wake up and to trim your lamp of vigilance. Keep your oil fresh because the judderman skulks when nightmares spin your dreidel again.

A clue that your card has been played is the fact that you are now often crying over unimaginably beautiful things which were there all the time. Remember well the smell of that moment’s air. Be bold and intentional enough to journal it.

Speak authentically and go forth into your day dream. Give time the permission to slip you into the morrow, not that it needs it, but it’s a fitting gesture.