There can be no doubt that we are moving into a world that is more conscious of nature and mother earth. The response to the passing of Cecil the lion announces like a clarion call to the world, and those who inhabit it, that we will not stand for this destructive and arrogant behaviour anymore.
Dreams are the language of the subconscious, encoded in symbols, which is trying to tell you something as you sleep.
What I love about dreams is that we get a window into a world where we are potentially forced to look at things as if we are seeing them for the first time.
One thing I find that has been apparently to me and a few other people is that they’re not actually living out their own reality or life journey as they should be. Things aren’t right and things are out of balance. If the shoe isn’t fitting, it’s been thrown off and hitting you or someone else in the head!
At the moment I’m back in my homeland Australia at least until the end of Autumn, seems I’m missing out on the British Spring! I’m finding that unless my dreams have been really shocking, or crystal clear… I’m struggling to remember the content in some meaningful way.
Even though some may claim not to dream, they do - they just don’t remember them. Regardless, the beauty is there is no denial about their existence and even sceptics get curious about their mysterious and somewhat absurd content.