I have been thinking about why photographers take pictures, what do they hope to achieve other than to sell images and earn a living? The course of this year is all about this concept, so I have been thinking about Freud and Jung and life itself. Last night I requested that I dream, I wanted to reach the inner resources of my mind and look for the archetypes inherited to my being. I am not a dreamer so I did not expect anything at all but sleep. My body paralysed, my mouth was numb and there were black figures in the room looking down at me. I was not scared, this is not the first time it has happened, I looked it up on the web quickly, it is called dream paralysis, my favourite explanation for it is that

"your spirit decides to take a trip--can be anywhere, even visiting heaven--our True Home.... Any way, you woke up before your spirit was finished going back into your body." (pretty _ yahoo answers.com)

It is a common experience for many people and there is much research out there about it. But it was strange that I had asked to experience my dreams before I went to sleep, and it is also stranger that it all happened whilst I thought and believed that I was awake.