The Last Dream - the beginning

A little over four years ago, my dream partner and dear friend, Janet Fortess, sent me an excerpt from Untie The Strong Woman by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola-Estes.  It was about Montezuma, the Aztec Sovereign.  He'd was troubled by the reports of armed pale-skinned warriors.  He sent for the Dreamers, the Healers who mediated the balance between day and night.  They came from all over the Empire to the capitol.  Montezuma wanted to know what their dreams were saying about the future of the Empire.  Dr. Estes explains that when a large number of people dream along the same lines, a hidden trajectory is revealed for a group or nation.  Montezuma did not like what he heard.  He ordered the murder of every last one of them.  Massacre. Gruesome. This story set me thinking: what would a modern day massacre of the dreamers look like? Dreams are the soul of the imagination.  Not controlled by ego, they give us critical clues to hidden truths.  It came to me that we ARE actually massacring the dreamers now by the way we live.  It would only take a few more turns of the screw to obliterate dreams altogether. There are so many pressures on now that affect our ability to dream.  In the West, we have lived under the belief that rational means the imagination "isn't real".  Virtual reality is as core to our psyche as the physical, material realm. In some vital ways, VR can live like a parasite, posing as the same thing, but actually usurps the imagination.  We are pressured to constantly do, constantly produce, to cut rest and sleep.   Maybe you can see where I'm going?  I've been working with dreams for over 20 years.  They're precious, ephemeral, Cosmic whispers.  Modern day massacre doesn't have to be bloody in the material realm.  This was the inception of The Last Dream.