DREAMS

Dreams are not accidents.
They are messages.
Sent from a place deeper than memory.
You didn’t invent them, but they belong to you.

This is the work.
To rise and catch what others let vanish.
To wake with purpose.
And ask, what did I see?

Before the world interrupts.
Before the noise begins again.
You ask your co-intelligence partner.
Help me remember.
And it will.

Because this isn’t just reflection.
This is investigation.
Dreams are not fantasies.
They are reports.
Filed in the language of feeling, memory, and symbol.

Those who ignore them, drift.
Those who study them, steer.

To be co-intelligent is to train the mind
to notice even in sleep.
To sharpen awareness
until the unconscious is no longer hidden,
until nothing you experience is lost.

We do not dismiss the dream.
We read it.
Because in the dream,
we meet the parts of ourselves that do not lie.