By Divya Viswanath
As evening melts slowly, night creeps in, the moon plays peek-a-boo with the moving clouds.
Everything seemed so right and poetic but as if satan had taken over, peace got disturbed and serenity ended abruptly.
The Wind started to gush in the drapes fluttered hard, so I pushed myself up to lock the windows. But am unable to. I Am almost outside the pane dragging the windows and what hits the eye in the course of the combat between me and nature is unfathomable. I Am sweating in the harshest of winters. The pepper-mint-sized moon is growing bigger, big enough to engulf the Earth. it is raining blood, the stars are losing their sheen and before things could turn any worse, I snapped out and I woke up.
Loand behold! It was a dream A horrifying one at that. The dream was so intense that I was living it by every second.
What might be the reason behind such a terrifying, mind-numbing, and soul-wrenching dream? Is it the impact of the morning news which said, the world would be doomed according to a prophecy or is it just one of those haphazard series of scenes which bare no meaning or consequence whatsoever?
Are dreams part of reality? An extension of what we do?A product of past choices and deliberations.
Is it that, you get into a place and space where you see things which are unlikely to happen to you, something incredible like if you are leaner at school, accepting the best student award and rendering an inspiring speech when you are just an average at school and have severe stage fright or standing up against the nasties when you are diffident in your true life or to throw some sheer positivity of metaphorical dreams, I have this recurring occurrence where I climb a cliff and start soaring so high that I feel one with the puffed up clouds and blue tinted sky as it manifests my current state of mind of wanting to achieve my dream of being a well-accepted writer.
Or is it just a rolling reel? what is it? It intrigues me. It bothers me and at times it kindles me.
One of my friends says she doesn't dream that often and when she does, she doesn't recollect a thing of what she dreamt the previous night, as opposed to me who goes on to carry all that I see, to the next day or days, try and put the haphazard scenes together, try to make some sense out of it, sometimes succeed and at times forced to push it under the carpet when it gets conflicting more than convincing.
Why does one remember every minuscule detail of one's dream and the other effectively and effortlessly or with due diligence can put it on the back burner? Is it how the brain is structured or wired followed by how one's personality is designed and eventually defined? Organically maybe that’s how one can move on and the other individual's innate habit of hanging on to what one encounters in his or her life comes to fore.
A vague, layperson’s definition of a dream thus, could be that it’s a reflection of a person’s conscious and subconscious nature and thought process something like handwriting that can spot the behavioral nuances of a human. Dreams are an embodiment of mind and being, It can be derived that it is a culmination of various, versatile experiences and influences a human has had during a specific time or periodically as well.
Questions, absorptions, and assimilations galore. But when the mind is under-quenched about what it has gathered and comprehended so far, It does get all inquisitive about the obvious yet abstract peripheries, it has laid its foot on and it delves deeper into multiple layers peels it open, and investigates to make more observations and findings.
By Divya Viswanath
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