I believe, dreams are the doorways to our psyche. Hence, my psyche is adventurous. It is like a chest. I am unaware of the dimensions of the chest. Maybe, they don’t even exist.
It is wide. It reveals secrets to me—not just mine but of other people, places, structures, habits and sometimes, even dimensions. It is like infinity or only finite till the end only it is aware of.
Maybe, there is an entry and no exit. Maybe, it is a loop with no beginning or end. There should be an entry from where our dreams take us inside our psyche. Have you explored the doorway to inside?