Unconscious and Quantum Meet Cute

Quantum Source ... Quantum World ... Quantum Void ... Quantum You!

I dreamt that all my dreams, and then some, were coming true

I was floating. I was flying. All was ease.

A voice mumbled ‘This isn’t about getting what you want.’

The voice declared loudly, ‘ This isn’t Nothing! This is not Quantum!’

I awoke to this thought, ‘Quantum is nothing & everything.’

The next night, I dream of a large, kinda shabby hall.

The lighting wasn’t the best. The space was like some sort of basement

where congregation gatherings, mandatory no doubt, might be held.

In the center of the hall was a worn, plaid fabric sofa.

The sort where loose springs can strike if you’re not careful.

A man with drooping shoulders sits on one end of the sofa.

Some people mill about aimlessly, practically shuffling,

all looking down with quite low energy.

A floaty free-spirited woman strides into the hall

and heads for the spring-striking sofa.

Light accompanies her arrival.

The hall becomes beautifully lit.

The shabbiness softens before disappearing,

the aimless people vanish.

She sits. The man straightens his shoulders

as he turns to her and says in surprise,

‘I love you!”

I wake to quite low energy covering me like a shroud.

I join this energy.

The energy lifts.

Illumination offers the dreams’ meanings:

My collective unconscious meets and bonds

with my quantum self.

I proceed with the morning in deep stillness,

my quantum presence.