Monday, February 18, 2013
@2:26 AM
"For dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own."
Maybe we all remember who we are in our dreams, we rediscover what is in our brilliant subconscious mind. Sure, we forget for a moment in reality who we actually are, when life gets blase without any challenge to push our own limits and explore possibilities, and we blend in to the empty calafare of society like mimicking soulless shells.
But I realised dreams reflect who I am so perfectly. It made me feel more human than I really am. The boy who without reason, loved a girl he saw for the first time with a pure, irrational love. The mysterious girl who wanted nothing to do with him, yet never wanted to leave his side. The beautiful fear of dangerous chase and murder. Yet at the same time, the fearlessness in a haunted room. The joy that bubbled deep within me while being in a the calmest, most comfortable place in the world, holding the hand of a loved one. The sense of adventure and adrenaline while leaping off a cliff to a floating chunk of rock overlooking a vast woodland. The pure awe of witnessing magic spurt out of irregular shaped crystals. The gratefulness of being saved by the one person I thought I learned to avoid in my life. At the same time, prayer comes to me even in dreams, when I'm feeling scared or lonely.
And I wake up abruptly sometimes breathing heavy with tears in my eyes because the emotions of fear and sadness overwhelm me too much. Or I wake up smiling with the blissful feelings encased in my heart throughout the day. Then I replay replay replay everything until I can never forget how the particular scenery looked like, or how I felt, or what was said.
I don't sleep to get energy to survive the next day. I sleep to dream. Maybe dreams tell a greater story than ourselves. Or we
are the greater story with so much potential of feeling and imagination, just that they're lying dormant in our minds, unable to reveal themselves until we ask.
Take me away.