
for in them
is
the
hidden
gate to eternity.
just as we all are gypsies of a sort in this life - in this world, so, too, we are in that other world - the dream world - the place where we are free to travel to places known or places unknown - free to travel far and wide - travel without fear - without trepidation - because just as we individually create our reality world, so do we each create our dream world -
"Winter Dreams" is a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald that first appeared in Metropolitan Magazine in December 1922, and was collected in All The Sad Young Men in 1926. It is considered one of Fitzgerald's finest stories and is frequently anthologized. In the Fitzgerald canon, it is considered to be in the 'Gatsby era', as many of its themes were later expanded upon in his famous novel The Great Gatsby in 1925.
Then Love said: "Now shall all things be made clear:
all my life i have experienced what is referred to by many as "precognitive" dreams - and premonitions not in dreams - premonitions/dreams in which i SEE impending disaster - disastrous events - such as airplane crashes or car crashes - before they actually happen - my travel journal blog outlines just a few of those dreams - those dreams experiences are blogged there because the nature of that blog deals with metaphysical/psychic events overall - however, because i have received a number of emails from others regarding those postings, the following is delivered here so that it may be accessible to more people - one of the issues for me - and my own experiences with such dreams - is that i could find no place to turn with reports of these premonitions - no place that offered help in preventing the dreamed-of incident from occurring - however, in ROB MACGREGOR'S book PSYCHIC POWER: DISCOVER YOUR SIXTH SENSE AT ANY AGE, at pages 62-63, he gives the name of a national registry set up for just these kinds of reportings -
Jung, on dreams, in his "ubergang":
a small hidden door to the most deep hidden and secret corners of the psyche, an entrance to the cosmic night, which was the psyche before there was any trace of an ‘ego’-consciousness:
and what will remain the psyche, no matter how far our ‘ego’-consciousness might stretch itself…
all consciousness acts to divide, but in our dreams we take the form of a more universal, true and eternal man who wanders through the darkness of the primal night.
There he is still the whole man, and this wholeness is in him, not distinguishable from nature and devoid of any ego-consciousness.
From this all unifying depth the dream arises; no matter how childish, grotesque or immoral the dream might be."