Incubating a Dream on Blogging

Yesterday, I attended my Edgar Cayce Search for God Study Group meeting. We often help each other with interpreting our dreams. I brought a two-word dream. It had awoken me in the night about a week ago. I woke up and wrote down in a random page of my dream journal, without turning on the light, the words: “Desmond Outside.” Strange kind of dream, don’t you think?
 

So, the discussion went like this: “Do you know a Desmond?”
 

“Yeah, sure, Desmond Morris, author of the Naked Ape. I wrote about him in When We Were Gods saying that I disagree with Desmond Morris. We are not only the result of evolution from an ape. We are also a soul.”
 

But then, why “Outside?”
 

The suggestion: Before bed, ask for the dream in different symbols. Anyway, it may be that the dream has nothing to do with Desmond Morris. Best to “incubate” a dream that will reveal the meaning of the first dream.
 

OK, so back to the dream last night. I dreamt about a little square that I need to write words in. But, in the dream, I’m afraid to write the words. And, I’m shown that I’ve written most of the words elsewhere so it will be easy to write these words.
 

I wake up in the night and, without turning on the light, open up my dream journal to a random page, and write the dream down getting a general idea of where on the page I’m writing from my nightlight.
 

I check the glow of my alarm clock and it says it’s 4 AM.
 

I try to go back to sleep, laying in bed thinking about the dream. The interpretation comes to me. The small square is my blog. And, I haven’t been writing in it for a while. And, I am afraid to write in it because I’m afraid I may be writing the wrong thing. I decide I need to write in my blog in the morning to honor my dream. OK, time to go back to sleep.
 

It doesn’t happen. Now, it’s 4:30 AM. I have a rule. If I’ve been lying in bed awake for 30 minutes or more, it’s time to get up and do something. This doesn’t happen often, but I find it’s a helpful rule instead of laying there doing nothing.
 

So, I turn on the light, and guess what? The random page on which I chose to write this dream incubated to explain “Desmond Outside,” is exactly on the page where I already wrote, “Desmond Outside.” In fact, I’ve written last night’s dream exactly on top of the words, “Desmond Outside.”
 

Somehow, my unconscious knew how to find that page in the dark and also to write on top of the words to show me without a doubt, this is the interpretation of “Desmond Outside.” Although I don’t get the connection, that’s what I’ve done to honor my dream . . . I wrote in my blog . . . at 5 AM in the morning.