Carl Gustav Jung — The Yogi Who Dreams Me

I had dreamed once before of the problem of the self and the ego.

In that earlier dream I was on a hiking trip.

I was walking along a little road through a hilly landscape;

the sun was shining and I had a wide view in all directions.

Then I came to a small wayside chapel.

The door was ajar, and I went in.

To my surprise there was no image of the Virgin on the altar,

and no crucifix either,

but only a wonderful flower arrangement.

But then I saw that on the floor in front of the altar, facing me,

sat a yogi—in lotus posture,

in deep meditation.

When I looked at him more closely,

I realized that he had my face.

I started in profound fright, and awoke with the thought:

“Aha, so he is the one who is meditating me.

He has a dream, and I am it.”

I knew that when he awakened,

I would no longer be.

Carl Gustav Jung

Memories, Dreams, Reflections