Since childhood, three things have been consistent of my dream life: lucid dreaming, continuously dreaming of structures invisible to others, and dreaming of reuniting with specific loved ones. As I’ve literally moved through life, the hidden structures of my dreamscape are reflected in the geographies that have left the deepest impressions on me–some formed places, and some I’ve experienced only in other planes. Most of those spaces have hosted reunions with loved ones. For years I dreamt of rejoining with friends from grade school, clearly an era etched into my mind, though we had all aged through college and beyond. Now I dream mostly of heartfelt gatherings with family and specific lifelong friends, as well as the international convening of my Live Journal Friends List to stage a world intervention.I admit, that until I began to see relationships affirmed and soothed nearing the finale, I was as eager for answers from ABC’s Lost as any viewer. I’ve watched the show from the beginning, though not always with raucous support or zeal. I still have my questions, and loads of criticisms about what curiosities were answered and what questions cropped up at the close. Regardless, I’m comfortable with its sense of mutable time, shifting places, sticky science, and divergent consciousnesses. Maybe that’s why the inconsistencies of Lost don’t disquiet me–the way I experience Life is full of such–a constant struggle to hold spiritual truth in balance with tactile logic and making peace when I lose. What really drew the message of the series together for me were the words of Jack’s father, describing the reunion dreams I’ve had lifelong about the people who have really touched me at a level deeper than I can do justice in words. Instantly, I was struck by the possibility that in my Dreamtime gatherings, perhaps I am dreaming into being that final place of peace in this plane, where I can witness my own rest, as well as that of those I love. Perhaps I will have that fantastic moment where everyone I have ever loved across the scape of my life can huddle together at once. I can think of no better farewell to this plane.
So while everyone (except the cool people on SoulPancake) is commiserating about purgatory and why Krishna was on the wall of the church, why the final scene was in a church at all, and was Ji Yeon a candidate… I feel affirmed in the ability of my unconscious to show me through my dreamstate the souls who have moved me most, and through a television series that has reiterated a shadow truth we all carry: the one thing we take with us are our connections to each other.