Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Collective Dreaming

When a new sci-fi drama called Outcast was about to start on television, I was surprised that my mother wanted to watch it as she's not very keen on those kinds of shows. In the opening scene, a boy was reciting the following from the poem, "The Tiger":

"Tiger Tiger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"

The Tiger by William Blake
Now it made sense why my mother had wanted to watch the show because part of what she loves was in that show. My mother often recites that poem and she loves tigers. She often watches documentaries about tigers. I teased her that she was meant to watch the show because of the poem. (Me, I prefer lions).

The programme was also right up my alley as I love sci-fi.

I believe collective dreaming is when each of us is expressing what we love in whatever form it appears. In the dream called "Outcast" my mother's love for tiger was being expressed as was my fascination for space travel.

Lovely dreaming with you all.


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