This morning I awoke at about 5 am and noticed that Tashi had left the bedroom. As she sometimes gets up early and goes and writes, I just rolled over and went back to sleep. I had been having a strange dream about a strip-mined mountain where I was shoe shopping
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I have had three of these dreams in my life (that I know were related to events that happened the next day/within an hour or so). They left me feeling torn apart and very confused. On the other hand, they also left me deeply in touch with the feelings of the people who suffered.
There is so much pain and violence in the world - and the news - that we tend to grow callous; perhaps such dreams help us to retain the ability to feel empathy and connection with the suffereings of humans outside our own identity groups/communities?
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