I now realize that the world as I experience it is all part of a dream. My imagination plays such a commanding role in my awareness. As much as I attempt to go around my active memory of what things should be like, I think I am still in a world of dreams.
Having a relaxed mind and an open heart, frees me from a tyranny of my imagination. I think I get closer to seeing things as they really are the closer I get to my sensory awareness. The less my imagination plays an active role, the more relaxed I am in how I interact and become aware, the closer I am to filling my mind with the actual presence of my world. I get outside of my head. I am living less in my imagination and actually living in my world.
Knowing what that world is really like is another level of awareness. My perception of the world as being solid is, of course, a fabrication of my own mind. If I had eyes that could see the granular nature of the world, I would be even closer to knowing things as they really are.
For now, I will be satisfied to live in my senses and what they tell me about my world. Even then, I am pretty sure that the people around me are characters in my own dream. For me, they are truly my experience and real. Even though my body doesn’t know it yet, I am aware that my companions are present because I am aware of them. They are as real as I am.
Who knows. Someday I may wake up and come to the realization that I am part of someone else’s dream, an entity of their dream. I intend to say, “Dream on.”