When we went to SFMOMA a few years ago there was a René Magritte exhibit. I was familiar with his work but it took on a new meaning since I’ve been practicing lucid dreaming and dream yoga. His paintings became a magical practice, an act of bringing the dream world into the waking world as we bring the waking world into the sleeping. A meditation. A bridge. To practice making things larger. To multiplying the one into the many. To breaking our understanding of what is possible. Turning the light on in ourselves. The mind bright. We are all dreaming.
