SelfPub: The dreamer

Life is a strange thing. Sometimes she mixes the events that it is impossible to separate one from the other. Joy coexists with grief, loss new happiness. Sometimes I think that it has much more fantasy than dreams.

- I want a new life. A different meaning.
- You have until this. And there is still time to find meaning. And while you're looking for it, you can try to look for something good in each day. I understand how you feel. I know what it's like to feel others, not such as all. But trust me, life is sometimes full of surprises. In the midst of such darkness and such horror that it seems like all meaning has disappeared, suddenly there is a light in the window, and everything changes. Please take care of yourself. I want you to have time to see your light in the window. Sometimes it takes a long time to light inflamed. And you need to be patient. You need to live. You can, I know. It's important to me. You will take care of themselves?

I wonder where the dreamers go? Maybe after death we find ourselves in your city that has built our Unconscious? Maybe that's where we have to live? Wander the streets, to build houses, to light a fire in the fireplace and wiggle in front of the fire in a rocking chair? Maybe we meet there those who have gone before us, and together we sit at the table to drink tea and to wait for friends and family who will join us later?
Maybe we all go to some common place, a fictional collective Unconscious of the entire human race? And there will definitely meet with all the ancestors and all descendants?

- Do you think you can get away from this fear? No, he will go with you. You're infected with the virus of interest in their own Unconscious. And where has this interest, there'll be no tranquillity. For the knowledge we are paying concern, because it is acutely aware the world is imperfect. But we love him so, right? You will never be able to watch your dreams, you're always going to analyze them. Wherever you ran. When you're drawing something, always go back mentally to your pink office or on the beach where you often pictured with the students. And Alex you'll be missed, wherever you may be. Where to run? And why?

Alex has a bad habit to divide the world into black and white. As if any choice is always only two options. But the world is not black and white, Lisa, the world of color! And options are always a lot. Think about it: how can you oppose the client and the therapist? The therapist exactly the same people! But clients often teach us so much, give so much valuable communication with them for the therapist turns out to be a godsend. No distinction between psychotherapists and clients no. We are all just people. What to two ways... Here on the island, as in any other place on earth, always a lot of ways. What's stopping you lead a quiet, regular life here?

I've been in your shoes, Lisa. And you know what I realized? There is always two ways. First, in this case, consider themselves to blame every time something went wrong. The second way: to understand that everything in life depends not only on me and my desire to help, but also on many other factors. It's impossible to save everyone who needs it. It is impossible even to determine with certainty whether a person needs help or he just manipulates other! Cannot be imposed if the person does not want to accept it. But one thing I do know: each of us has its own destiny, and that whatever is done is necessarily for the better. God has for each of us has a plan and if you are destined for something to happen, it will happen. And there really watch or not watch, to crawl through dreams or crawl, and people still pass all the tests which were prepared for him by God.

Most people live and think, and why. Just live: go to work, fall in love, marry, raise children. What up to my friends, therapists, they all have the same feature: the question of the meaning of life closed to them, but not because they do not think about it, and because I thought about this for so long that in the end, tired and resigned to the fact that no answer to it. Or, to be more precise, the answer is in the question: the meaning of life either in life or in search of meaning, and the third is not given.

Lucky the nozzles in a dream, kicking his legs and squealed. Probably, in the dream, he is still hunting for glowing lights. It does not interfere with any crashing of fireworks outside the window or the quiet creaking of the rocking chair in which I sat. His life was full and adventurous, and quiet, just a little. And sometimes I was jealous of him. Such tranquility, like the domestic dog, the man is never to achieve.

Lately I have rarely received so to sit by the window, quietly, without any hectic thoughts. In fact, what else is needed for happiness? Quiet, beautiful view outside the window and Varnishes side by side. Maybe Mike is right? Maybe we women really strive to ensure that our tomorrow was as quiet and peaceful as yesterday?
What am I in St. Petersburg could not sit still? Based on this logic, in St. Petersburg I was supposed to be the happiest place in the world. At my old job every day was like the previous one. Why suddenly wanted to escape from there?
Mike talked about the illusions, but didn't even notice that his view about women in General, and about Natasha honesty - is itself an illusion. More precisely, a fallacy. If women were just looking for peace and quiet, would they fall in love with men? No way in hell.

In real life I am always with you. And you built a wall between us because you don't trust me. How can I prove to you that trust worthy, if your wall over the rainbow? Open the wall gate. Or at least a ladder I throw it. In the end, if I really will be such a villain as you thought I was a couple of months ago, you will always be able to push me back and close the door. Well, or ladder to hide. For you to decide.

Yes, the love thing is illogical, incomprehensible, mysterious. But you can either fear it, or to open up to her. It's your choice, isn't it? You can argue long about the fact that each of us is a lot of unconscious reasons to trust or not to trust the world, that all these causes come from family, from childhood. But at some point it's just time to take internally the decision: whether you want to open your heart to change that will give you life, or you refuse it. And for you it is a decision no one will accept it. If you want to change something, give the world the confidence to advance. He will answer you the same.

- Let me tell you all about it. You know that there are situations in which a person can see not only your dreams, but someone else's?
- Other people's dreams? What nonsense!
- Not nonsense. Pregnant women are able to dream of their unborn children. When they begin day-to day dream about some of the spot light, muffled sounds, not bearing seemingly no meaning, then we assume that it is a baby.
- Well, suppose it is. But what have the babies?
- Despite the fact that the baby is in the womb. His brain does not reported with the brain of the mother. At least direct communication, through the nervous system, no. As mom sees his dreams?

- There is no time there.
- Well as there is no time? Here you uttered the phrase "there's no there's no time" and now she was in the past.
- There is no time there, ' he said again and smiled. - Why would the dream not be composed of different moments: past, future, present. When you tell or write down his dream, he begins to consist of impressions of the past. But while you're here, while you're sleeping, you can see not only the past but also the future. Rather, you're just dreaming. Neither future nor past is not here.
- Then, if every night to dream snippets of the future, then over time a picture of the future will be to fully recreate?
- Why would you want to recreate? It will be what it should be...

- I cease to understand where the dream where reality, ' I told him. In my real life is coming true what I see in my dreams. But it's not there! What's happening to me? Dreams carry me into the future?
- The dream takes you into the Unconscious, replied Alex. - And in the Unconscious there is no future, no past, no present. You've read Freud? Consciousness is a small island in the vast ocean of the Unconscious. Time is nothing more than a function of Consciousness. It exists only on the "island". And we're now moving on the ocean. There is no time there.