Last night’s dreams were sooo long and involved, but they all featured two central themes: I was playing games, and I was winning.
At one point in one dream, I’d won some huge prize. I’m on a stage, being cheered. People are crowding around to congratulate me. Ecstatic and incredulous, I kept saying, “I can’t believe I won.”
Later, I was playing another game, and winning, but said, “Why am I playing this game?”
“Who cares?” a man said. “You’re winning.”
I said, “But I don’t like this game.”
He said, “Are you kidding? It’s your dream.”
The moment’s duality caught me. It was my dream, and I was dreaming it, but it wasn’t my dream to play games.
After that, it all made sense.