The Library (Dream Interpretation)

It has been quite a while since I last had my encounter with the unconscious realm. Although I've always been open towards experiencing it, it is not my conscious self that decides when I get to be there. I no longer set any expectations on it as I know it will happen in due time. Some couple of months went by, and then there I was again. 

I found myself in a vast room that was quite old-fashioned that had its floor carpeted. There were no lights except the sunlight that entered the room from a large window. I soon realized that it was a library and at the center of it were two shelves. I picked up one of the books there. It was a large book - probably comparable to a floor tile. It was silver with a certain texture to it. It then began emanating an iridescent light. It evoked an overwhelming feeling within me. It's as if I had just found something so meaningful that I was at that moment full of contentment. As strange as it would sound, I could only describe this way: it felt like I could taste the book; and that delightful taste could be translated into that sense of contentment. I never thought I'd be able to perceive something comprehensively but not through the use of my physical senses. I was just in awe at that moment. However, I never got to open the book because I woke up immediately after that.

I had to really on contemplate on what that dream could've meant. Surely. it wasn't meant to be random. This was a return. The timing of it was impeccable since this happened the night after I made a major decision in my life that propelled me into my current state of uncertainty. Although I  had my hesitations about that, it seemed that I was guided into taking that step. I never thought it would be possible to face uncertainty and still be at peace; but that's how it felt. I could now understand how the dream and my situation was related. The dream taught me that I still had so much more to learn as there was still too much space in that room left to be filled. As I go on with my waking life, maybe my task is to explore further and gain more knowledge and experience.

Although it's strange that I now talk about these things that are beyond my own comprehension, I do see these internal experiences as authentic. All those rather minor encounters in the past accumulated and finally revealed something profound to me at this very moment. The dream was a culmination and a new beginning that made me realize of a vast new world unexplored. Now the doors have opened and I am at its doorstep.