Most of our minds are insensitive. Do you know what it means to be sensitive? To be aware of the tree, the birds, to be aware of the squalor, the untidiness of the place in which you live, to be aware of your boss and their peculiarities; to be aware, to be sensitive to everything, alive and dead, to things about you and beyond you; to be aware of the stars, to look at the sky of an evening and to see the beauty of it; to see the little ants moving in so many directions; to be aware without judgment, without condemnation, without translation, just to watch: nature, human beings, animals. But you have no time to do that; you are never aware, never sensitive. And so what happens? When a mind is occupied all day with itself, with its own problems, it becomes more and more dull, heavy, stupid and insensitive. When I use the word ‘stupid’ I am using the dictionary meaning, not condemnatory in any way. I am using the word emphatically; it doesn’t mean condemnatory. So, being insensitive, unaware, the mind, when it goes to sleep, part of it goes to sleep and the other part begins to project its own intimations, which become dreams.