I know many people have asked me what scary dreams I've had (since I always have nightmares).
I know the word nightmare sounds like a dank dark dream in which a person is always running away from a monster.
That used to be the case.
Now nightmare has taken on a morbid creepier meaning.
It used to be chasing something precious that was taken away from you, or running away from something horrible chasing you.
Dreams are an interpretation of our lives and thoughts.
Now the dreams are filled with riddles,questions, answers and meanings that spill over from mere dreams to reality.
Things that are obscure and vague become painfully clear in dreams. You see things clearest, and you find an answer when you dream. Its like travelling to a Land of Truth, but discovering that you had it with you all the time.
You knew what was going on, you just wouldn't admit it before.
Dreams put us in touch with our unconscious, the deepest level of our existence.
Perhaps its the closest one can get to the Cro-Magnon days. Where humans could interact and control the energy in our minds.
With us using only less than a tenth of our brainpower, who knows what we can accomplish with the utility of our whole brain?
Is the unconscious another dimension, then? A dimension parallel to all other dimensions in which we are unable to go to because we have limited powers?
Or is it simply an alternative one?
Like there would be dark without light, concurrently, there would be un-consciousness in a lack of consciousness.
So does it mean that everything is concrete in reality whereas what is in dreams only imagined?
Are there consequences of your actions from dreams?
Or no matter what you do, it can never every touch you in this realm called reality?
That is only partially true.
My happy dreams have always ended before I could fulfil them, in the case of my extravagant shopping spree in Korea where I got everybody something. But unfortunately, I woke up before I could pay for them, so sadly, I don't have an inch of anything for my pains trawling the aisles of the supermall the whole night.
But interestingly, I have been ocassionally haunted by spectres of my dreams which I have stupidly offended. (Like the time I kicked a skull in my dream)
Of course some might explain it as a secret torment to oneself using psychic abilities unknown even to the perpetrator himself. The deliberate withdrawal of tangible satisfaction to the (almost) tangible manifestation of a phantasm to haunt in reality.
Perhaps one shouldn't be too satisfied in life.
It does one ill.
