im the type of person who can quickly slip into the dream world when i take a nap. if im really tired or sleepy, the moment i close my eyes, i start dreaming already. its different when i sleep at night. it takes some time before dreams materialize. the vivid ones usually come between 5am to 7am. i guess it appears vivid to me because its near my waking time and i remember most of it.
dreaming is like altering one's consciousness. like when i take a nap or simply doze off while sitting in my office chair, when i start dreaming, its as if im automatically transported into another world and i simply accept it without objection. one moment im sitting in my office, minutes after i close my eyes, im in a coffee shop talking to an absolute stranger. i dont try to determine whether its a dream or not. sitting with a stranger in a coffee shop is a dead give away im in a dream. i just accept it as what it presents itself to be and go with the flow of the dream (unless i dont like where its heading then i try to alter its course). since im only taking a nap, the slightest noise from the real world would wake me up and i get pulled out of that coffee shop back to my chair inside my office room. the sudden change of environment doesnt disorient me. i know that i was just dreaming (but there are dreams that are so captivating that the moment i wake up, i absolutely feel i have no idea where i am or what day it is. for some weird reason, i like it when that happens). at the same time, it makes me feel i teleported from one world to another. it makes me feel like i exist simultaneously in two different worlds. since i cant have a simultaneous consciousness of both, i merely switch between the two consciousness, where im on autopilot on the consciousness im not presently with (so when im awake, my other consciousness that exists in the subconcious is just there, waiting for me to revert back to it). i think when people zone out in the real world, its as if they're trying to reach the other consciousness they have that exists in their subconscious without going to sleep. i think this is when the two consciousness almost meet but not quite.
anyway, its because of dreams that i find sleep addictive. dreams are much more interesting than the real world. its a place where one can let go of himself. i become violent in my dreams and i consider it as an indication that i have some frustrations building up and its my other consciousness telling me to find an outlet in the real world for this stored anger. its also in dreams where people have the opportunity to spend time with people they want to spend time with or cant spend time with, whether deceased or living. death has no power in people's dreams. if it has, its merely an illusion. dreams are simply fascinating.
i wrote this entry about dreams because i had a peculiar dream weeks ago. it involved riding elevators. i cant remember much of it now but that dream has left a deep impression on me. and i just need to put it in writing here in case i need to remember it someday. this is the purpose of this blog after all.
in that particular dream, i just kept riding elevators. not that i stayed in it the whole time. i got out of course. it was as if i was running an errand or doing work similar to a messenger. i enter the elevator, go up several floors, step out, accomplish what i need to accomplish in that floor, return to the elevator, go down, then repeat the whole cycle again on another floor. i kept repeating this until i entered the elevator with two guys in it. not that the elevator was empty when i used it before but in this instance, there was something about these guys. and this time, i was heading towards the top most floor. when i stepped out the elevator, the two guys also stepped out and introduced themselves as Life and Experience. i simply nodded and thought to myself, "sounds like im in some low budget corny movie". now that i think about it, it could be some philosophical comedy. anyway, i went to the reception area of that floor. i was instructed to go to another building and go to the room of lady named Chandra Gupta. during the dream, i thought the name sounded familiar (i had to google it days later since the name wasnt leaving my head. when i found out what the name was all about, i didnt even bother finding out more. it bored me). so i went to the other building, which looked like its four decades old and just 30 storeys high. but im supposed to go to the 200 plus floor. that cant be right, i said to myself. but i entered the building's elevator anyway. i didnt press any button. it went up on its own. like a scene from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, it went higher than the building and learned i was riding a glass elevator. so up it went and i reached Chandra's floor. she was a middle aged woman, beautiful and if i were asked to give her a name that would suit her, i would say Monica. maybe because her hairstyle resembled Monica Lewinsky's. but her face looked as if it was a reflection of wisdom. she was casually dressed and gives off an impression of just being an average middle age woman with good looks. its only upon closer inspection of her face that one starts to think she might not be as average as she appears to be. its like she has some vast knowledge secretly hidden within her. anyway, the dream didnt end there but i cant remember what happened afterwards. the last thing i can remember was that i asked for some chocolate or chocolate cake.
some people would try to find some profound meaning or psychic interpretation in their dreams (like my cousin). i dont. if i do, i merely do it to amuse myself (or others. probably). i seriously dont think dreams have any significant meaning that needs thorough analysis and interpretation. if there's any meaning to it, i think its simply a reflection of what we cant express in the real world, like stored anger or deep sorrow or inexplicable happiness. as for the weird dream i just narrated, i just think i have use for it someday and i dont want to forget about it. i dont think im going to meet someone named Chandra Gupta (as opposed to the nagging feeling ive been having regarding a girl named Mika. its been weeks since ive felt i should be careful of a girl named Mika, in case i meet one in the next 6 months) or that i should take note of the elevator occupants whenever i ride it. i think its just something interesting that there's no harm in noting.
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