In the unfathomable hours of the night, as the outside world falls silent, a quiet metamorphosis occurs. The barriers between what is tangible and what is illusory vanish. In a fleeting moment, the rules governing our physical world withdraw, making way for the intricate fabric of fantasy. Albus Dumbledore, the wise headmaster of Hogwarts, on a night of silence, observes Harry Potter sleeping and reflects: “In dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest oceans or soar above the highest clouds.“
Alternative Dimensions: Dreams as Exploratory Fields
As the eyelids succumb to the weight of fatigue, the surrounding environment dissolves. There, beyond the veil of consciousness, another world awaits us, an elastic and mutable place where the familiar rules of our universe do not apply. It is a realm of absolute freedom, where gravity is an option, not an obligation, where skies can be woven from liquid silver and mountains can transform into luminous crystals.
Legendary creatures such as winged dragons, rising phoenixes, and graceful unicorns graze in this extravagant landscape. They are not mere embellishments of a fantastical scenery, but rather manifestations of our deepest aspirations, fears, and desires. They appear, like actors on a grand stage, ready to play out the stories our psyche has scripted for them.
But it is in the details that the dream dimension reveals its true exploratory nature. Every step we take in this surreal world is like a brushstroke on a still-white canvas. A meadow might suddenly bloom into an enchanted forest, a tranquil lake might turn into a stormy ocean, and a night sky might light up with stars dancing to the rhythm of a silent yet penetrating melody. These changes are not random; they are direct responses to our internal inquiries, to the dilemmas we carry with us into the realm of dreams.
Our self in this domain is akin to a mystical archaeologist, capable of digging into the fertile ground of the unconscious mind. This quest is not for the faint-hearted. Often, what we uncover can be disconcerting, maybe even unsettling. We might encounter buried emotions, unhealed wounds, or desires we didn’t have the courage to face in reality. Yet, it is this bold exploration that allows us to return to the real world with a greater understanding of ourselves and the complexities of the human condition.
And so, when we wake up, bringing with us fragments of these oneiric adventures, we realize the inexhaustible depth of our psyche. These journeys through the labyrinthine layers of the mind leave us with a sense of wonder and gratitude. They offer us not just an escape but also an illuminating mirror to gaze into, a lens through which to view our world from a renewed perspective.
In this context, dreams become more than just nighttime rest; they are an expedient for the soul, a sort of journey into the heart of our most authentic being. And it is in these nocturnal odysseys that the deepest magic occurs, the magic that, as Albus Dumbledore suggests, is the only kind that really matters: the magic that resides within us.
Saludos. El mundo de los sueños es nuestro subscoientes de todas las épocas- Ha navegado por océanos de existencias. Cada vez que toma una forma, se sumerge en porque nuestra conciencia no puede procesar todas las vivencias y porque está desconectada de su fuente. Esto es lo que ahora pienso de este estado. Gracias por leer.