Should I share my dream? Should I keep my dream? I will share.. Do you know there are tribes that practice collective dreaming? 'Every morning they wake up and they share the content of their dream, they do this because they believe nobody dreams for the individual. I mean, they have individual dreams but their larger purpose is to help them understand a collective experience. So a person will wake up in the morning and they'll share a bit of their dream, then somebody else will share, then somebody else will share... Its usually the elder of the household that then interprets this and they come up with a collective interpretation of their individual experiences, In such a way that they'll use it to predict their practice. So, should they go hunting today, should they go fishing, will there be visitors, should they travel, will there be danger..... These kinds of insights about the future come through the sharing of dreams, so its not just a luxury to share your dreams with one another, but its actually a social responsibility. So subjectivity is highly honored and esteemed for its reliability rather than suspect for its unreliability because it cannot be easily measured.'-Dr. Marilyn Schlitz. It may be embarrassing, but as much as I read in my waking life is probably how much I read while asleep. One day I remember having a conversation on death (one of my favorite subjects) with a friend of mine, and recalling reading this book on death, I started to say something. When I realized, I don't own this book, I haven't been to any library, where would I have read this? Then the dream slowly came back to me. Okay. Here it is, just one of many, open for the collective: I was sitting in this chair that was [I think] for royalty, it was gold and rose, so beautiful. And I was reading this huge book, the writing was old english and so nicely done. Have you seen Carl Jung's Red Book? Thats kind of how it looked, only glittering and bigger. I remember reading accounts of death, one I remember was of how it felt to burn to death. These were first hand accounts by the way. It surprised me how calming dying was, I thought burning would be horrific, yet I was being described the most romantic experience. I can only remember so much, but it [the dream] has never faded. Something so vivid in my mind was reading the account of someone who had drowned, something I thought of as an agonizing death, and yet, again, the experience being conveyed onto me was one of such peace. The levels of consciousness so beautifully expressed. After reading the drowning account I look around the room for the first time in the dream, I realize I'm in a library filled with countless books like the one I'm reading. Theres a window also, looking around theres a small, circular window, it is now known I'm probably in the lower levels of a ship, I look outside and the undersea life looks back at me. I wake up. So beautiful right? Maybe one of my favorite dreams. It reminds me of something Jimi Hendrix says that I really love,

"..cause human beings die too easily..";)