The best dream ever.
It’s a question journalists often ask me. “What’s the most amazing dream you’ve ever had?”
It’s a great question, but it floors me every time. There are so many astounding dreams to choose from, and they’re each amazing in their own way.
Was my most amazing dream the one I had as a child, where I could lay down at the edge of a lake and, where adults saw only a smooth reflective surface of water, I saw a magical multitude of lively colourful tropical fish? This was quite unusual considering I lived in England where lake fish were quite colourless. The adults never believed me. It was amazing simply because it amazed me at such a young age.
Or was it a more recent dream, where I decided to prove that I wasn’t dreaming by trying to fly, only to shoot up into the skies and shatter the illusion of my reality?
Or was it one of my healing dreams, where I have visited a doctor or healer and felt a magnetic, pulsing, warmth on my stomach, or back, or arm, or whichever part of my body was being healed, and then awakened to the lingering sensation and a sense of resolution?
Or was it the dream where I visited underwater catacombs, conscious of the magic of being able to breathe for hours under the sea?
Or was it the dream about a horse, a dream that sounded quite mundane in the telling, but what was amazing was the way the dream – and my life – changed when I applied dream alchemy?
Or was it one of my childhood recurring nightmares of being a shepherd boy, confronted by a pack of wolves, a terrifying dream that had me questioning, at such a young age, why I was a boy and why the dream seemed set in the distant past?
Or was it the dream where I saw a young starving child, a girl, standing in the ocean, a dream that moved me to the core and awakened me to the realisation that she was a long abandoned part of myself? After the dream, I did the dream alchemy of hugging her, making her safe, bringing her back, and I cried an ocean of tears.
Or was it the dream where I danced on top of the ocean, not alone, but in formation with others, an orb of dancers holding hands, touching toe-to-toe, pulsating, cartwheeling, getting ready to roll in on the tide?
Or was it the dream where my grandfather, who had recently died, surprised me in a dream by arriving on a motorbike, asking me if I had any questions he could answer before he left? I was thirteen-years-old at the time. I received an amazing gift: I learned to trust the safe space of dreams.
Like you, I could list endless candidates, but while some dreams may be consigned to that forever-remembered list of ‘amazing dreams’, experience tells me that every single remembered dream is potentially amazing if you work with it. Each dream offers the gift of insight into yourself, and why you’re experiencing life in the way that you do, and if that’s not amazing enough, add in the nugget of gold at the heart of every dream: the potential for positive change in the shape of dream alchemy.
My most amazing dream? Well, all of them really. Best. Dreams. Ever.