I have a little pocketful of “big dreams” (night-time dreams, “big” in the Jungian sense) that I pull from occasionally to savor as unwavering symbols of my life purpose. Much less often I add a new one, as I did the other night. In the dream I was working with a group in which each of us contributed in a way central to our beings, with great energy and joy. I had no sense of “too much” or “too little”, of doubt or hesitation, competition or bluster or…