No other monster has slain more valiant questers than disillusionment. No matter what the aim of your quest, if you are ever going to reach your goal you have to face this one. I remember with absolute clarity my first encounter with disillusionment, the place, what I was leaning against, what was in the immediate environment, everything. I was shocked into brilliant clarity.
Where I grew up there weren't any girls my age. So my friends were the local boys. One had an elder sister who would sometimes come and talk to me. One day she asked me;" You do not believe in Father Christmas anymore do you?" "Yes" I said, "One year Father Christmas had pants and shoes on that I knew belonged my father', and then I realised that there was no Father Christmas." "Yes " she said, " Then you also know that there are no Easter Bunnies and no Tooth Mouse…" I promptly burst out in tears. "Is there really no Tooth Mouse…
I really believed there was a Tooth Mouse because one day the mouse did not come in the night and I ran to my parents room to tell them. They just smiled and said maybe the mouse was late. At that moment the cat jumped from the window sill and my parents said that must be the mouse now. I raced back to my room and there were silver pieces shinning in my slipper. I really believed." She apologised to me and said she did not know, but still I was devastated. Is there no magic in this world; is everything just what it seems to be? I withdrew for a long time to deal with that one.
I deal with disillusionment by withdrawing for a while to my "cave" to contemplate things. If I lived another time another place I would have been a hermit living in a cave somewhere. Though, on second thoughts my curiosity would have drawn me out. Anyway since then I had to face the Dream Eater on many more occasions.
There is no way that you can avoid disillusionment if you want to find the truth. For disillusionment clears away the fog of illusions. It stops you dead in your tracks and forces you to face the truth. It is vital for the process of maturation. Maturing as a person, maturing in physical goals, maturing in spiritual aspirations and not least in relationships. What one has to do is not to take it personally. This is however much easier said than done. For it is not easy, not to take it personally when you are knocked flat. You were going so well, confident in your progress when wham, the wind is knocked right of your sails. At this point it is very easy just to give up completely.
You often see this happening when people go on a self-help course. First they are all fired up from the inspirational message but as time goes by reality sets in. They give up and try something else. It is not difficult to see this happening in relationships. What do you do when the honeymoon is over? In my country the initial euphoria of our union as a people was replaced with a general depression. Things did not meet our expectations. There was increasing violent crime, unemployment soared, the social conditions of the poorest of poor did not improve immediately and many felt they were worse off than before Apartheid ended. Many emigrated fearing for their children's future. However what was happening was a period of transition where everyone had to redefine their roles and make adjustments accordingly. This does not happen overnight and many disappointments and loses were experienced. Many even felt there was more of a division than before, but most of those that remained did so for the love of the country and its people and really wanted the dream of a Rainbow Nation to come true.
Now 10 years since our democracy was declared we have all matured (almost all) and are more realistic about our expectations. Many are even returning. We still passionately believe in our dream, believe that great things will come from this union, but we know that it takes hard work to make a dream come true and that you have to be prepared to give up some things. We are now proud to be South African. Of course you might feel that what you have to give up is too high a price to pay but that only you can answer. When next you encounter the Dream Eater, gracefully pick yourself up from the ground, wipe the dust from yourself and ask yourself; " Do I still believe this dream is possible. Is it worth the price I have to pay? " Remember that nothing worthwhile comes cheap, otherwise you would not put a high value on it would you?

Is it true we can live in another's' dream?
Is it possible to sustain and shelter one another there as well?
Those who share the dream can best stave off the ravages of the Dream Eater I suspect. The bread broken and shared feeds more than the Dream Eater can gorge.
Reviax
I believe it is possible and yes, Reviax in sharing a dream its possiblity
becomes stronger.
I do think there is a risk in the sharing of dreams and that is that we
also share the bitter taste of disillusionment.
Sometimes this could be without an obvious or apparent cause, if all that were shared is the dream.
Could this be how some experience depression?
Reviax
Cosmic Riddles? Shared dreams do exist and because it is not a concrete
reality it is hard to know the origin of the feelings. Yet, you still feel
it in the concrete body. The risk is there, is the dream worth the risk?
Sophia:
"The risk is there, is the dream worth the risk?"
Yes just so, it comes down to defining the dream as clearly as possible and being as fully aware of the inherent risks in order to make such an assessment.
But is the dream the reward?
or is this a confusion for the reality?
A kind of bait and switch.
If the dream is the means to an end and causal as motive more than result then are the resulting shared disillusionments, frustrations, and depressions, all just associated obstacles on the path to the shared goal defined by the reason for the dream?
A clearly defined shared dream, like the end of apartheid for example, is one that can leave many depressed for its generational process and seemingly unending difficulties, not to mention its often less than fulfilled promise, but also is more clearly appreciated because it is more simply defined.
The same may be said of perhaps bringing about an age of reason. But also perchance it is of the dream for the self. our joy that is the dream we are discussing in common.
Yes perchance to dream of pleasure is this so wrong that it must be accompanied by self inflicted punishment?
Is the surreality of such dreams the source of exquisite suffering to inspire poetry and madness?
Reviax
Hmm… very interesting questions you pose. What is real and what is not?
When you are dreaming you believe you are experiencing reality.
"I have
a dream.." - Those famous words.
Without the dream first there would
have been no impulse for change. Dreaming is important for our well being
on so many levels.
Poetry or madness? Poetry when you don't beat yourself up for it and madness if you do.
Sometimes when sharing the dream it is no small recompense that being able
to help another selflessly offers a reward in creativity and self awareness
that can dissipate the disillusionment in the face of the most horrific
conditions and desperate times.
It is this moment of true noblesse that can bring light to the darkest moments and can be fond in the simplest action of such things as listening without judgment or helping without expectation of something in return.
Have you never noticed a simple but truly courageous act not directed at you but from one person to another and in that moment felt uplifted regardless of the level of tragedy or absurdity that led to that moment?
It is by this recognition that we dispel the darkness of disillusionment and share a dream so profound that some may come to fear it, regardless of its innocence for the power of the thought.
It is for example this dream of "humanity as one" that drives the racist mind insane, because it is too beautiful a truth to ignore regardless of the complexity of its evolution.
When lost in the dark hold on to those dreams that illuminate and you will find what you seek.
Reviax
Reviax, that is profound.I agree with you completely. It is the light of
simple truths that are feared most of all. Yet, within us all, those dreams
refuse to die. So many would rather destroy themselves than see what has
been there all along. Why is change so feared? I am always awed by the
power of thought.
Thank you so much.