There is a space beyond waking,
Beyond the restless flicker of ordinary dreams.
A realm where shapes shift,
Voices speak,
And messages take form.
This is the domain of Morpheus,
The god of dreams.
Morpheus is a weaver of visions,
A silent guide who speaks through images,
Sensations,
And symbols.
But not all dreams are true.
The ancients believed that dreams pass through one of two gates.
The gate of Ivory releases hollow dreams,
Visions that fade upon waking,
Leading nowhere.
But the gate of Horn is different.
Only true dreams pass through it.
These are the dreams that reveal,
That answer,
That guide.
Tonight,
You will stand before this gate.
Morpheus may send you a message,
Or he may simply show you what you need to see.
Before we begin,
Take a moment to set your intention.
Think of a question,
Something your dream should answer.
It could be about your path,
A decision,
Or something unclear within you.
Hold this question lightly in your mind,
As if placing it on the surface of still water.
Now,
Take a journal and place it beside you.
When you wake,
Write down your dream,
No matter how fragmented,
No matter how small.
Morpheus speaks in symbols,
And even the faintest image may hold meaning.
Now,
Let's begin.
Take a deep breath in,
And let it out slowly.
Once more,
Breathe in,
Deep into your belly,
And exhale,
Releasing all tension.
One more time,
Inhale fully,
And exhale completely.
Now,
Let your breath slow to a natural,
Easy rhythm.
Feel your body softening,
The space around you growing still.
With each breath,
Your body grows heavier.
Your muscles release,
Your limbs soften.
The weight of the day fades away.
Your thoughts drift like clouds dissolving in the wind.
There is nothing you need to do,
Nothing you need to hold onto.
A quiet darkness surrounds you,
Deep and endless.
You float within it,
Weightless,
Open,
Ready.
In the distance,
A glow begins to form.
Soft,
Golden,
Flickering like candlelight.
You move toward it,
Drawn without effort.
As you draw closer,
You see a great archway standing in the void.
It is smooth,
Ancients,
Carved from something neither stone nor lights,
But something in between.
This is the gate of Horn,
Through which true dreams pass.
Beyond it,
Shadows shift,
Forming landscapes that are both familiar and unknown.
This is the realm of Morpheus,
Where dreams take shape.
To enter,
You must make an offering,
Something that signals your readiness to receive.
Not a physical object,
But a symbol,
Something from within you.
Let it take form in your mind.
It may be a key,
A feather,
A flame,
A single word written on a parchment.
Whatever arises,
Trust that it is right.
Now,
Extend your hands and release it.
Watch as it drifts forward,
Into the gates,
Into the unseen.
The air steers,
A shift subtle yet unmistakable.
A presence moves at the edges of perception,
Vast and quiet.
Morpheus is here.
The gate stands before you,
Its surface shifting like light on water.
This is where true dreams begin.
Step closer.
As you do,
Bring your question fully into your mind.
Let it take shape,
Not as words,
But as something tangible.
A symbol,
An object,
An image that represents what you seek.
Extend your hands and offer it to the gates.
Let it dissolve into the air and watch it absorbed into the lights.
Trust that Morpheus has received it.
For a moment,
Nothing moves.
The air is thick,
Waiting.
And then,
The gate opens.
A current of energy pulls you forward,
Gentle yet unstoppable.
As you step through,
The world shifts around you.
The landscape forms,
Shaped by Morpheus,
Woven from dream.
You are inside now,
And the realm stretches before you.
It may be vast and endless,
Or small and intimate.
It may resemble a place you know,
Or something entirely unfamiliar.
Let it take form naturally.
Do not chase it.
Do not force it.
Somewhere in this space,
Your answer will come.
It may be clear or hidden in symbols.
It may arrive now or later as sleep deepens.
All you need to do is remain open.
Drift deeper.
Let Morpheus take you the rest of the way.
Sleep well and dream true.
