It wasn’t a nightmare; in fact quite the opposite. I was shaken anyway. It was a dream which, had it reached a logical conclusion, could’ve made my day. Alas, that was not to be! While it is pardonable to curse the alarm for waking up a reluctant me and drag myself out of my quilt every morning, today it outlived its utility and invited my detestation like never before.
If dreaming was made a vocation I would in all probability ace my class. There have been times when I’ve been accused of zoning out in the middle of a crowd or not listening to things that are within earshot, even blaring. My mind wanders to the moon and back while my physical being is involved in some inconsequential menial chore. You get the point, right?
Our words, thoughts and feelings need a release. We can pour our heart out to our partner, family or friends, express it through art in any form or rant it out on social media through anonymous accounts if we please. Yet, there are times when something felt but left unsaid keeps nagging in the back of our minds and makes its presence felt through our dreams or nightmares.
Little wonder then that we have psychologists studying and dissecting our dreams and their patterns to analyse and diagnose any mental or emotional issues. On occasion I’ve searched the internet for meanings behind some strange and unpleasant dreams I’ve had and their connection with my real life incidences is uncanny. Also, sad as it may be, negative feelings leave darker imprints on our minds.
There are times when I see my Mom, hail and hearty and without the slightest trace of pain, admonishing me for my dishevelled look like she always did. Is it because I don’t confess that I miss her but also hope that she’s happy wherever she is?
A chat or Facebook update by an old friend brings back some bitter-sweet college memories. Has the struggle for acceptance and dealing with many complexes while growing up left a bad aftertaste?
The one that I was talking about when I started, well, let’s suffice to say that it’s a dream that I’ve lived with for the longest time, which remains unfulfilled and possibly always will in real life. The fact that I still see it means it has continued being a part of me, hasn’t it?
We cannot wish away our dreams, and never should. Dreams are like a leisurely walk inside the darkest recesses of our minds. We may come across a beautiful garden or barren land, a glass palace or deserted ruins or an angel or a scary monster. They are all part of our imagination and have a reason for being featured on our personal mind channel. How else would our mind communicate with us? We hardly pay heed to its subtle indications when we are awake!
You are a dreamer too, aren’t you? What pictures does your mind show you? Do you analyse your dreams too? Share with me, please.
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