In fact, it is a path that leads directly to my own innermost heart. Dreams are inextricably bound to myth because both spring from the same source, the creative unconscious. The dream is personal. The myth is collective. The dream is like a jagged piece of shale, revealing the idiosyncrasies of the individual dreamer.
Myth is like a stone worn smooth by the collective imprint of many tellers.
Just like the jagged and smooth stones, so different from each other yet sharing stoneness, there is within the dream something of that same psychic material of which we are all constructed. Thus, the dream contains not only the personal but also a bit of the collective. I dream that I am in a rubber raft with a small, tattered sail. The sky is dark. A gigantic tidal wave looms just ahead.