I woke up in the middle of the night remembering a discussion I had with Veronica, a school friend, on a bus trip sometime during my early teens. “Is time a straight line, an endless cycle of circles, or a spiral?” she asked, drawing invisible lines, circles, and spirals in the air with a sweep of
People get quite excited when they hear about it. “Oh, this is amazing,” a radio presenter said to me recently during a breakfast show, “and it makes so much sense!” We were talking about how to combine the art and science of interpreting dreams, and I gave a very simple example of looking at a
Today’s the day the doors open wide for enrolment into the dream therapist professional certificate online courses at The Dream Academy. Yes, we’re launched, and so delighted to welcome the first students whose names have graced the waiting list for the past weeks and months. They’re in, and happily exploring, and now we’re ready for
After living in Australia for more than half my life, I found myself back in England last month, standing in front of one of my childhood homes. Although I had revisited a hundred times in my dreams over the decades, I hadn’t made the physical trip to the south coast to trace those early years
As the wonderful mysteries of life and twists of fate would have it, I have lost my voice on the very morning that I had set aside to write this blog. Yes, you’re correct. I don’t need a speaking voice to write, but the subject I had already chosen was how to give voice to
Close your eyes, it’s late in the evening, and time for your dream medicine. Here we go, counting down now, ten, nine, eight, relaxing, floating deeply down, let the healing begin. No drugs required, but the prescription is clear: dream. Sometimes the medicine is sweet and tasty, a deliciously sensual dream gifting grace and restoration,
It was the middle of the night, both in reality, because I was asleep, and in my dream, because it was dark and no-one was up. No-one apart from me and the young boy I was teaching to fly. I had been walking down the staircase like a normal human being, when I started to
It’s a cherished belief of several popular approaches to dream interpretation that only the dreamer knows the meaning of their dream, and that input from others should never involve telling the dreamer what their dream means. One widespread method advocates sharing a dream with a group of people who then each, in turn, say, “If
I’ve got this earworm as I write, and it’s all because Michael emailed me a link yesterday to “Find the #1 Song on the Day You Were Born”. It turns out the number one song on 22 December 1954 was Mr Sandman by The Chordettes, with its opening line, “Mr Sandman, Bring me a dream
In a dream last week, an ancient alchemist leaned in close and shared his advice: “When you work with the feminine, work with earth. When you work with the masculine, work with metal. When you gain clarity, work with Perspex.” The previous day, I had been puzzling over the way to approach the next step