The Language of Dream, whose vocabulary and grammar comes from the Land as a gift to us Humans, the youngest of all the family members in the living world, teaches us how to speak it, by speaking it to us. Every night we dip into that world of speech, which we mistake solely for another place, but who actually embodies both a place and a language. A language-place. A Mythspace. A Dreamtime. We cannot dwell in the Dreaming without speaking its language by our very presence. We do this effortlessly and fluently, yet when we awake our fluency disappears as our waking selves take hold of our sense of reason.
I’ll admit, mostly when we Dream, we sit in the lap of an Elder of the Original Language, and learn how to speak by listening. We don’t do much speaking then.
For my part, I don’t have much interest in “lucid dreaming” the kind that the waking self conspires to interrupt one’s dreams with. When it happens naturally, great…but do we understand our Dream language-world so well that we can interrupt the story halfway through and start mucking up the scenery?
We consume movie after movie, television shows, books, comics, thinking we feed our conscious sensibilities, never realizing fully that to do so actually constitutes a conversation with our dreaming self, far more fluent in the language of story-dream-myth-riddle.
Information to our Waking minds, Transformation to our Dream-selves. Yes, that puts my experience of it well; the Original Language speaks a tongue of Transformation, while modern languages speak a tongue of Information. Modern languages and thoughts grind…Original Language and thoughts weave spells, poetry, story, music.
We have many tools before us, to work on our fluency in the Original Language. Storyjamming, Riddling, Dream Interviews, the Thanksgiving Address, the Sensory Tune-up (to create a fluent, rich depth of rewilding sensory diction upon whose new vocabulary your Dream language can flourish).
Of course, we can also study indigenous and signed languages to gain fresh insight into how others have done it.
But really, the Original Language came before all language, and from its depths all language emerged. Everyone’s; from the smallest ant who screams terror with a cloud of pungent pheromone-speak, to the tallest Mountain whose wrinkles and weather mutter constantly, to the humble Human’s chattering mouth and gesturing hands.
We don’t need to learn all these specific languages (though their speakers will certainly appreciate it if we do), as long as we learn the Original Language, we can converse with anyone.