Those we never meet in life live in our dreams.

Have you ever met someone in your dream whom you’ve never actually met in real life?

Was it what you expected it to be?

I’m often entranced by those I meet in my dreams. And perhaps the most exciting part is that you’ll never know when these introductions will occur. They’re random. Chaotic. Subtle reminders of the wonder of life and all of its mystery.

In dreams, I wonder if two souls simply long to meet, unknown to their own conscious minds. And at the most peculiar times, in the grace of this longing, perhaps two souls meet on the astral plane to share in an ancient dialogue. To travel toward one another, toward an emanation of divinity, to finally share an embrace, a smile, a conversation, or simply to feel the oneness that we’re all separated from at birth.

But the spheres of dreams hold much mystery, a hidden language only deciphered by intuition and attuning to the heartmind.

“Don’t ignore your dreams, in them your soul is awake and you are your true self.” 

― Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

The other night I had a dream that brought me to meet a person I’ve only ever seen in images. And as we all know, our image-saturated world can be a conflicting place, a place where we form perspectives without ever knowing someone, without ever hearing their voice or learning of their life. Yet, my dream was a meeting I’d been longing for.

I’ve never met this person, and probably never will. And my perspective of her might be entirely wrong. But within the dream, she comforted me. She showed me a love that I’ve never known, a feeling that I’ve never felt in waking life. Or perhaps it was a feeling that I’ve long since forgotten, buried by the mind and by the touch of the world on my shoulder.

In the dream we shared a summer. And it was made known that we’ve shared many summers before. We’d shared summers in ancient times when gold plentifully adorned buildings of stone, in a world so foreign to us now.

But my dream was a lesson. It was a moment of clarity for my own waking life, as all dreams that come truly are.

Dreams are windows into the deepest part of our being. Into our own subterranean ebb and flow, deep within the river of the heart. And it is here where our dreams manifest a portal for us to travel inward, fathoms below, into the depths of true passions, true feeling, and into the naked truth of our lives.

I’m thankful for everyone I meet in my dreams, even if I’ve never seen or met them in waking life. For all of these figures are teachers. They are the forms of true self, manifestations of our own being, perspectives of awareness we can attain if we only seek in purity. For we are one another in reflection, even if not in flesh.

“There is no denial in the dreamtime, only subconscious and spiritual truths.” 

― Pamela Cummins, Learn the Secret Language of Dreams

It’s often said that our lives are but a dream within a dream. And if you’ve ever sat with this thought simply to remark at the vastness of possibility that exists within yourself, you know fully well that the dreamer is also the dreamed.

We may never know the truth of our dreams. Our interpretations may be skewed, partial, or deterministic in our own personal philosophy. But the lessons we find within, and the people who come to teach us aren’t mere chance adornments. They are within us for reasons unknown. And in dreams, we may be given the keys to unlock these truths.

Take care to be attentive with your dream meetings. Dream your dreams and dream them well. Ask questions and seek answers. And maybe, if you’re lucky, the truth within will flow as pure water, as pure as the river of the heart.

The truth you’ve been longing for could be waiting.

All you have to do is dream.

Travel Well.