A dream of old and hope of new?
Should dreams be allowed to justify actions in reality?
Without physical evidence, aren't memories just a sort of vivid dream?
So if you and I had a tiff in a dream, would I be justified in being peeved with you? Or apologizing?
I had a double dream the other night. I dreamt that I dreamt of the death of a good friend. Or close there to. In the dream dream she had fallen into a coma of sorts. There was a legitimate chance of her waking up, but as time passed most people lost hope. It was one of those fates that was worse than death in a way. I knew in the dream dream in that odd omniscience we have in dreams the circumstances of her accident, and felt as though I could prevent it. After some time the church members stopped visiting in the hospital, even the parents got weary. But everyday I would go and pray with some of the utmost passion and sincerity that I have ever prayed. Then one day I felt that in that moment she had truly passed from this earth, though the mechanism of her body still lived. Then I "woke up" in my dream. I began to pray, in both reality as we know it and the "reality" of my dream, with that same passion that I could use what I had learnt or seen to prevent this tragedy. But I couldn't. I watched, helplessly, as a series of events led to the same accident. Now the pain of loss was coupled with the grief of knowledge. When I woke up "for real" I realized I had been crying.
And now we come full circle to that initial question. I came so close that morning to dashing up to my friend, hugging her, and thanking her for still being alive. But I didn't. Maybe for fear, maybe because she wouldn't have understood in the way some would and would've been uncomfortable and a little weirded out. I think I regret that.
But what's the difference? We base so much off of what we remember, what we experience. I experience my dreams. Dreams are just memories that don't affect others.
So much. It's refreshing to be cluttered again, to feel that hope of similarity, to resound once more.
Without physical evidence, aren't memories just a sort of vivid dream?
So if you and I had a tiff in a dream, would I be justified in being peeved with you? Or apologizing?
I had a double dream the other night. I dreamt that I dreamt of the death of a good friend. Or close there to. In the dream dream she had fallen into a coma of sorts. There was a legitimate chance of her waking up, but as time passed most people lost hope. It was one of those fates that was worse than death in a way. I knew in the dream dream in that odd omniscience we have in dreams the circumstances of her accident, and felt as though I could prevent it. After some time the church members stopped visiting in the hospital, even the parents got weary. But everyday I would go and pray with some of the utmost passion and sincerity that I have ever prayed. Then one day I felt that in that moment she had truly passed from this earth, though the mechanism of her body still lived. Then I "woke up" in my dream. I began to pray, in both reality as we know it and the "reality" of my dream, with that same passion that I could use what I had learnt or seen to prevent this tragedy. But I couldn't. I watched, helplessly, as a series of events led to the same accident. Now the pain of loss was coupled with the grief of knowledge. When I woke up "for real" I realized I had been crying.
And now we come full circle to that initial question. I came so close that morning to dashing up to my friend, hugging her, and thanking her for still being alive. But I didn't. Maybe for fear, maybe because she wouldn't have understood in the way some would and would've been uncomfortable and a little weirded out. I think I regret that.
But what's the difference? We base so much off of what we remember, what we experience. I experience my dreams. Dreams are just memories that don't affect others.
So much. It's refreshing to be cluttered again, to feel that hope of similarity, to resound once more.