The Story of the Dream
I have dreamt something – a beautiful, nice dream.
Yet shortly before waking up, one of the lovely
dream-figures became hysterical.
All of a sudden she had this terrible fear of dying. She told me that I
must not wake up, for otherwise she would die. She got mad.
Die? My dream-figure? Suddenly she believes she exists? That she is
identified with herself?
What to do?
Normally, I would just think she is nuts and simply wake up, that she
is crazy indeed! But she caught me. I began to explain, that it is just
a dream – my dream – and that this is nonsense. She started to cry.
What to do?
After all, in the dream I had loved her and I remembered the feeling.
I didn’t want to hurt her. Unexpectedly I again forgot that it was just
I was as nuts as she, identified with my dream-body.
We were sitting together, full of fear of waking
up. And I forgot that only I can wake up.
But nature does follow certain paths and moves on. Too long I had been
sleeping, and again I crossed the edge towards waking up. And again she
acted as if she were crazy.
Well then, I had to “heal“ her. All dream-figures are normal and don’t
bother about dream dying. But she surely was psychotic.
So, I called a lot of therapists in order to make a normal functioning
dream-figure out of her again. I did all that was possible. Also a lot
of “breathing” because of my emotions.
Take this foolish identity away from her!
I trusted the therapists. And again I could not wake up. “First she has
to be healed, since I love all of you so much…”
I told somebody that I wanted to wake up, and
that it is so paradoxical. All of a sudden they were all coming over to
me, wanting to heal me.
There were the therapists; they wanted to make a
normal functioning dream-figure out of me.
Then there were the idiots who believed I should be just working,
getting children, etc. They were to ignore. They said, if the dream is
“good”, then I will have a “better wake up” somewhere else. I didn’t
Then, there were the philosophers; they started
to think about whether it is a dream now or not. And does life after
waking up exist? And can one allow me to wake up?
Some had cults, religions, and were convinced
that if I just strongly believed the words uttered by somebody long
ago, then I would surely wake up very nicely. Yet, if I do not believe
it, after waking up I will immediately have to fall asleep again and
have to dream on, yet I will look different.
Others reckoned I should forget that it is “my
dream”. No, it is somebody else’s dream; that person should be
called “God”; and if I do not believe this, I will wake up in a
terrifying place. I told them, “I can only wake up where I fell asleep,
can’t I”? Yet with them communication failed. Like robots,
they repeated the same lines over and over. After a while I ignored
And the scientists! They were eager to precisely
examine the laws that underlie this dream world . Like it is true for
most dreams, visual things were peculiar. All the time they questioned
“Why? Why?”. I have created my dream for me and they wanted to knock it
down into all single components.
Sometimes I saw that lunatics were coming – yes,
all of a sudden all were so crazy- who meant to help me. “Teachers”,
they called themselves. They thought they “knew”, how to wake me up. I
should be doing funny postures with my body! they named it yoga or tai
chi. Then I surely will wake up!
And others supposed that before waking up, my
dream-body had to be totally “healthy”, so they stitched needles into
me. They told me in order to wake up, one needs the right “balance”;
otherwise it won’t work. And without a strong “Hara”, no waking up
anyway. I believed them and started to practice and practice.
Some times, nature was stronger. Another time,
since my real body was already well rested, I was about to awake. I was
able to see through this madness and stopped all the exercises.
Yet, shortly before, others came and caught my
attention. They asserted that they were awake. They called themselves
“enlightened”. And a lot of others believed them. They came to me and
said: “There is nothing to do, simply surrender to your dream”. They
said that I should continue dreaming, but consciously, knowing that it
is just a dream. They said that they were “awake”. I did not exactly
understand. Awake? From MY dream? I felt jumbled. Those were the ones
that confused me!
Were they visitors from another dream? Were they part of my dream or
separate? And again my head nearly split and I could not wake up. This
riddle had to be solved.
My real body started to rebel; I could feel
it even “through” my dream-body. It started to vibrate, and the ones
that call themselves the “tantrics” told me I should simply enjoy all.
Chakras, kundalini, energy and so on. Yet, they were better than the
ones that simply guessed I was nervous.
Well, I could indeed manage to simply connect my dream-body with my
real body. “True yoga” indeed, hour-long bliss and orgasms. The dream
reached a new quality. Independent from the outside, it was from the
But what to do?
As time passed by, all were gone again and I was
left alone. Alone with my bliss, connected with my real body.
Once prophets came and thought to be able to look into my dream-future.
They meant to know when I was going to wake up, when all were going to
Totally mingled people.
I have called all these people insane but didn’t
recognize my own insanity, since I believed that I was separate from
them. That is the way that I – through them – valued myself and
And forgot that it was just a dream.
And forgot who I really am.
All were making me so mad that I myself got crazy, not knowing anymore
what there is after waking up. Now there was fear of the total unknown.
I knew it was a dream. But if it’s not “real”, how should I enjoy it?
Would I be captured within the dream, within the illusion, forever?
What should I do as a dream-resident?
All of a sudden others were coming and started to
“believe” me. That I am “awakened”. They greatly misunderstood me and
wanted to “know” how to “wake up”. From MY dream? Perverse.
Danger! They might call me “enlightened” and I can neither dream on in
peace, nor wake up?!
Should I now in my dream start running around, telling them that I am
only dreaming? Totally nuts!
Once more identified with this personality I am in the dream?
Playing the “master”? And all of a sudden believing that others
are able to wake up from my dream? What for?
What to do?
Where does this mania come from, that I first have to convince
everybody that it is only a dream in order to enable myself to “come
back home” again? The illusion of having a “task”, a “mission” in the
dream? What bullshit!
How long can such a dream last? Did this dream exist even before me?
Will it continue after the total awakening?
And: Am I not already totally awake?
I have dreamt something. A beautiful, nice dream.
Yet: Shortly before waking up, one of the lovely dream-figures became
I must have been crazy
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