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Dreaming Myself Awake
A reality that should not have been
Eastern wisdom masters say the world is but a dream.
In a concrete sense, I believe it.
Not as a product of the human mind, but of consciousness itself.
My own question, naturally, is: How personal is this consciousness?
How me am I?
The flavor of an answer, if not precisely an answer in itself, sometimes comes in dreams.
My human nighttime dreams.
Especially when my dreams turn lucid.
More so when I wake up inside them.
One night in Argentina, it happened.
THE DREAM
My second wife is with me in the dream.
The love of my life.
Twenty-five years after she’s my wife no more — comes the dream.
We’re going out. She hugs me. I’m keenly aware of how much I love her.
In my book, Orange Cappuccino, I characterize her not as a soulmate, but half a soul who came to Earth as two people — us.
