WHEN we dream at night, we’re locked where we are by the beliefs of our trance. We think the story in sleep is the only life we have, and we’ve forgotten how to wake up.
But it can be done. An alarm clock can wake us, a touch, the bark of our dog. Or (hard to do) we can remember ourselves in a different lifetime than our dream. Sometimes in our dreams we think that only our belief of death can change what we see. Now, waking up, I know isn’t death, though, it’s merely that we wake from one dream into a different one. Is that true in waking life, too?