Maître Dream

The night before offering an Active Dreaming workshop, I dreamt that this middle aged Indian lady, dressed in a sari, is rummaging through a rack of shirts and pants for find one of each for me. Her husband comes in the hotel room with a bunch of suit that he had raided from tailors around the town. All of this for me. Then, I remember that I have a tuxedo that is well adjusted for me. I tell them that I no longer need their service.

I felt intrigued by this dream and wanted to honour it. The workshop I was offering was in the afternoon. In the morning, I went for a walk in nature and wondered if I should wear my tuxedo. I was self-conscious, wondering what the participants would think of me wearing a tuxedo. It’s only when I told myself “I’m not killing anyone, so I don’t need to feel shame” that I decided to wear my tuxedo that afternoon. There was a message for one of the participant who on her dream journey transcended the same fear of public shaming with the help of two wolves,

This past Friday and yesterday, I offered two dream workshops and wore my tuxedo. I was thinking about being their Maître D when it dawned on me that I’m their Maître Dream!