the gypsy's dream journal: dreams in professions

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Thursday, December 3, 2009

i dream...

i don't dream
at night

i dream
all day

i dream for

a living...

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DREAM WORLDS...

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 -

here you will find some of the dreams i have created - together perhaps with more streamofconsciousness ramblings of my own - and words and images of others - perhaps you would care to share your own dreamcreations and dreamjourneys -

most of all, i hope you enjoy our journey together into the dream worlds...

jung on dreams...

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."

DREAMS IN POETRY...

ECHO - Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the sparkling silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death: Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago. - christina rossetti

the gypsy's dream journal

Thursday, December 3, 2009

i dream...

feel free to WANDER OVER TO MY OTHER CAMPFIRES and leave me A NOTE IN THE SAND...

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THE GYPSY'S CARAVAN...COME FOLLOW ALONG ON THIS JOURNEY INTO DREAMLAND -

DREAM WORLDS...

SAY IT YOUR WAY...

THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD...

JUNG AND THE DREAM DOOR...

dancing with life...

let's talk about...

jung on dreams...

THE GYPSY'S READING ROOM...

DREAMS IN VISUAL ART

DREAMS IN VISUAL ART

I AM CALLED WOMAN...

DREAMS IN POETRY...

SUBJECT INDEX...

dreamscapes...

aristotle and plato on dreams

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