Julius Caesar dreamt of sleeping with his mother, signaling he would successfully conquer Rome, the mother city. The Biblical Pharaoh of Egypt in a dream saw seven fat and seven lean cows; Joseph’s interpretation of seven years of abundance and seven years of famine saved the nation from starvation and reunited Joseph with his family. President Johnson dreamt he was stuck in the middle of a big river, symbolizing the intractable war in Vietnam; the dream led Johnson to withdrawal from the 1968 presidential race. hoping  to shorten the war.

Dreams are our Inside Source (IS), the source of truth, every political journalist’s most valuable tool.

As dreams became a therapeutic modality or a New Age touchstone, their value as a transformational political tool vanished. We can revive the guiding, healing, truth-telling attributes of dreams and use them to achieve our social change goals.

Whatever your mission, your dreams can guide you and show you how to meld your personal talents and passions with guidance from your Inside Source to make a positive contribution.

Cut through government and corporate and media propaganda to achieve positive social and political change and connect with a community of others committed to truth, justice, and peace.

Part memoir, part scientific manual, part spiritual guide, Dreams and the Wisdom Withinweaves a compelling narrative of the transformative power of dreams. Drawing on decades as a journalist and years of personal experience with dreams, JOYCE LYNN offers a three-step healing blueprint and envisions a future of health care with dreams at the core.

Joyce revives dreams as a mandatory modality in our daily lives. The stories she tells extract dreams from the confines of religion, psychotherapy, and New Age rites, making dreams, studded amulets of ancient cultures, fashionable again.

Dreams and the Wisdom Within empowers women, those most often disenfranchised by traditional medicine, custom, and mores. It is also an invaluable resource for:

 nurses and health care practitioners desiring a true modern medicine;

artists, writers, and journalists seeking to tell authentic stories;

spiritual leaders searching for a gateway to the transcendent; and

activists desiring a healthy world.

This book will change your life.

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JOYCE LYNN is an award-winning journalist including eight years as a political reporter in Washington, DC. After dreams jumpstarted her creativity and ameliorated her health concerns, she turned to the counsel of dream to guide all aspects of her life. To educate others, Joyce writes and lectures about using our nighttime messages to enhance self-expression, well-being, relationships, and social change.

By Joyce Lynn

“You have an abnormal Pap test — Class 3 — pre-cancerous,” the internist stated flatly. “It’s probably related to your IUD. Make an appointment to have the IUD removed.”

Abnormal. Pre-cancerous. I hang up the telephone in my office and steady myself against the desk. “Why me? Why now?” I ask myself. “I need to redo my will. Why do anything else?” Feeling terrified, I begin to think about immediacy and squeezing as much as I can into my remaining time.

In a quiet corner, I peer out the window in astonishment at the news. It is 1984. Ironically, I had recently turned 40 and wanted to be sure I was in tiptop shape. Then, from somewhere, I recall what I dreamed the night before the routine physical.

I scrawl what I remember from my dreams on the backs of pink telephone message slips:

I am riding on a bus up California Street in San Francisco . . I am sitting in the elderly/handicapped section. The bus driver says to me, “Ugh you’ re disgusting. Around your mouth is dirty and you have stuff – lesions – on your skin.”

As a woman, did I somehow consider myself to be handicapped? Did society consider a woman who spoke out about her views unclean? These thoughts race through my mind all the way home from work until I am finally in the warm embrace of my apartment. Pacing between my couches, I resolve that I will not let the diagnosis get to me.

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