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I had a dream the other night. Now, normally I don't express my dreams when I have them because, well, think about it, when was the last time someone told you about their dream and it was actually interesting? Maybe this will be the first occasion in a while for you, but maybe not. Either way, indulge me. What made it interesting (ok, to me anyway) was that I was in no way involved. The entire dream was like watching a movie, in the sense that I had nothing to do with it; I barely ever saw it in first-person.
A man was walking down a busy European looking street. I'm assuming it was European because the rock was all curiously uniform, implying that the rock was gathered from a quarry close enough to not require any tool preceding the industrial revolution. The streets were not nearly wide enough for two of any size car, and every street seemed to turn every which way, as if the city itself was deliberately attempting to confuse you. The man walks by a beautiful woman, (I say that, though I couldn't tell you what she looked like in any way) looks at her, thinks of approaching her, but doesn't. He goes to sleep that night and has a dream (yes, I was dreaming a fictional person's dream) that begins at that exact moment, but instead of passing her, he speaks to her, and a relationship follows. He is confused at first, but every time he falls asleep he dreams that alternate life. So he becomes obsessed with spending as much time as possible in sleep, and becomes overwhelmingly restless and agonized when he is awake.
Now here is what I have been really turning over. Is this a tragedy? On one hand, of course, he's become miserable whenever he's awake; naturally that's a problem. Though, How many people are miserable when they are awake anyway? Could it be he would be miserable if he didn't have the dreams? Who's to say he wouldn't have just been miserable perpetually, without that escape?
It's all beginning to resemble a perfume ad.
A man was walking down a busy European looking street. I'm assuming it was European because the rock was all curiously uniform, implying that the rock was gathered from a quarry close enough to not require any tool preceding the industrial revolution. The streets were not nearly wide enough for two of any size car, and every street seemed to turn every which way, as if the city itself was deliberately attempting to confuse you. The man walks by a beautiful woman, (I say that, though I couldn't tell you what she looked like in any way) looks at her, thinks of approaching her, but doesn't. He goes to sleep that night and has a dream (yes, I was dreaming a fictional person's dream) that begins at that exact moment, but instead of passing her, he speaks to her, and a relationship follows. He is confused at first, but every time he falls asleep he dreams that alternate life. So he becomes obsessed with spending as much time as possible in sleep, and becomes overwhelmingly restless and agonized when he is awake.
Now here is what I have been really turning over. Is this a tragedy? On one hand, of course, he's become miserable whenever he's awake; naturally that's a problem. Though, How many people are miserable when they are awake anyway? Could it be he would be miserable if he didn't have the dreams? Who's to say he wouldn't have just been miserable perpetually, without that escape?
It's all beginning to resemble a perfume ad.