My dreams have changed. They're easier to interpret now—more straightforward, I guess. Almost like my subconscious decided: "Looks like his mind is finally listening. No need for flamboyant metaphors. He'll get it."
The thing is, I've started trusting my subconscious more. I can’t say exactly when it happened, but one day, I realized—it cares about me. It wants the best for me. That’s why it sends cryptic messages every night.
Unfortunately, I used to toss those letters straight into the trash, unopened. Everything about them unsettled me—their sudden arrival, the dubious sender, and, most of all, their unthinkable forms.
That word—unthinkable—is the key to the code.
Imagine you're talking to a stubborn five-year-old who refuses to accept reality. So you say, "Alright. Remember the story where the dragon kidnapped the princess? How did the young hero save her? And what’s the lesson?"
Metaphors are like water, dissolving the medicine of insight. Children refuse to chew bitter pills, even when they’re sick. Let the wound fester—just don’t pour in the stinging iodine.
A mature person can endure discomfort if he understands its purpose. His mind knows how to find gold, even in the darkest, filthiest muck.
Ultimately, it all comes down to trusting yourself—or rather, the part of yourself you don’t yet know. The stronger that bond, the clearer the messages from your dreams.
Yours sincerely,
-Alexander
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