The total silence is Death. Death of the Ego, "I think, therefore I am" metamorphosing into "I do not think, therefore I am not", said by many different ways by enlightened men throughout the history.
When silence is, I am not - not disturbing with my thoughts, analyses, theories that which reigns everywhere without any interpretations, any manipulations altering the immediate, direct presentation of the world to the simplified, spiritless re-presentations of it.
By seeing - gradually or suddenly - how our own thoughts noisily clog our senses, preventing us to see, hear, sense an existence of something we may have a vague feeling about, then we may be ready to begin to calm down, to understand the necessity of silent listening without any listening methods which itself are again a form of noise. That's why the question "How to listen" is an oxymoron, the question "How?" destroying the only true answer. Even all prayers are noise, screaming, begging, repelling away the real answers, which can be heard only in silence. When we, after endless failures, are totally exhausted in our struggle to find this silence, then we may stop trying, let go, and then we'll find the silence.
When silence is, our attention is not focused through any theoretical lenses, through no particular point of view. It is the view without any angles of view, or, more rightly, contains all the angles of view, open to everything, listening silently the infinite, total mystery of life.
Dreams are the distance between our true selves and our waking consciousness, yardsticks of the measure of our separation from deeper layers of reality. In order to understand better this distance, we must listen to dreams, not through any interpretative system, but openly, silently, letting them speak with their own language, touching not only our heads but our whole body, illuminating the dark corners of our waking life.
We Western society citizens appreciate rationality and logic and have used to get many unambiguous, working explanations from science, thus thirsting also for unambiguous explanations about the meaning of dreams. This craving alienates us from the true nature of dreams, forcing their multidimensionality inside the frame of reference of a variety of thought systems. When trying to help the dreamer to understand her dreams, our task is remarkably difficult in its simplicity, because there is no "how", no right point of view, which all are only limited sectors of the whole. To listen to the whole is not concentration to details but attention which has no specific center. We all know what listening is, but we do not believe its simplicity but want to have some author's opinion how to listen. Simplicity has nothing to do with clear, unambiguous definitions. Simplicity is just to listen. We only have to listen to the dream without trying to influence the dreamer, thus contaminating her dream with our own thoughts. Dreams do not find any room in the interpretative noise, packed with prejudices and expectations. We only have to be silent, let the dream surge upon us, take us away to dreamscapes with all our senses. We only have to let us to be immersed in the atmosphere of the dream, to let it to awaken all kinds of sentiments in us. When we have not restricted our goal beforehand, not limited our viewpoint to some interpretative system, we arrive every time into new fresh visions, understanding bit by bit the more true nature of life.