I don’t know of anyone who isn’t fascinated by dreams. Bewildering, explosive, imaginative, terrifying, inspiring; our dreams can run wild, but do they mean anything? Are they a nonsensical by-product of the sleeping brain or a window into our unconscious mind, rich with revelations?
I’ve always been prone to bizarre, far-out dreams — think isolated cliffs, casual strolls on the moon, endless oceans or psychedelic caves. So are these the irrational fears of an anxious mind or is there more to it?


