This morning I slept in and for the first time ever, experienced Lucid Dreaming.
I was so excited to find myself actually aware that I was dreaming, as I clambered over a dry stone wall out in the landscape, that I ran about shouting at people, "Hey, I'm dreaming! Do you have a sign or message for me?"
The people I approached were thick, bristly old men in funny hats who turned away as though I were the dumbo.
Hardly archetypal Merlin figures.
The message I took away to my waking hours, was that having finally reached this pinnacle of attainment so highly prized in Buddhist monasteries and esoteric circles, no one else is better equipped to dole out major life advice to me than myself.
Hmm....