In the wake of desire, I found myself adrift in a world of possibility. The flame had ignited, but now it was time to let the air carry me to new heights. In the dreaming phase, I was no longer tethered to what I knew—I was free to explore, to let my imagination guide the way. The world of possibilities expanded, and I began crafting the contours of something new. There were no walls here—only the vast, open sky. This was the dreaming phase, where ideas took shape not through logic, but through the freedom to imagine. It was a space where thoughts could wander, where plans had no edge, and everything felt in motion, yet full of meaning.
It was in this moment that I understood the essence of Aire: that the mind, unburdened, is capable of shaping worlds. Theories of psychology often speak of the mind’s capacity to create and to dream. Jung spoke of the unconscious mind as a reservoir of untapped potential, full of archetypes and symbols. In this realm, dreams are not simply a reflection of the self—they are the self. I allowed my mind to wander through the corridors of my past, present, and future, pulling fragments of memories and desires into a singular vision. I built the foundation of Awka not just on what I had done, but on what I dreamed I could become.
The air, full of invisible currents, carried my thoughts from one horizon to the next. But this was not a flight of fantasy—it was a process of crafting intention. The surrealism of the moment was not in its disconnection from reality, but in its profound alignment with it. Ideas floated, intertwined, connected by the invisible threads of what felt true. I embraced the fluidity of this phase, knowing that in dreams, we prepare for reality. Each thought, each vision, held the potential to become a stepping stone in the evolution of my creation. And in these moments of stillness, where the air filled my lungs, I breathed in the possibility of something greater than I had yet known.
Aire taught me that the true beauty of creation lies in the balance between what we see and what we feel. The dreaming phase is not about perfection—it’s about exploration. It’s the moment when we are not bound by the rules of what is, but invited to dance in the space of what could be. In that freedom, I saw the path forward, not as a straight line, but as a spiral of ideas and choices. The flame of desire may have ignited the journey, but it was the wind—the air—that lifted me, carried me, and gave life to what was still only a whisper of a vision. And from that air, the creation would find its way.
