Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. [~William Dement]
Why we assume that in a dream we are insane and in reality – we are – "normal"? I dare to argue that this should be all way around. The real Us can only exist in a space, where everything is possible. When we are in material world, a lot of things become a taboo, physical, moral, or forcefully imposed. What are dreams anyway? Work of Art of our sub consciousness? Some "sign" for us from deep inside of self? Or leftovers from the feast of everyday’s routine?
Miriem-Webster offers an explanation:
Main Entry: dream
Function: noun
Usage: often attributive
Etymology: Middle English dreem, from Old English drEam noise, joy, and Old Norse draumr dream; akin to Old High German troum dream
1 : a series of thoughts, images, or emotions occurring during sleep
2 : an experience of waking life having the characteristics of a dream: as
a : a visionary creation of the imagination
b : a state of mind marked by abstraction or release from reality
c : an object seen in a dreamlike state :
3 : something notable for its beauty, excellence, or enjoyable quality
4 a : a strongly desired goal or purpose
b : something that fully satisfies a wish
Pick up whichever you feel is right for you. I personally like 2b: a state of mind marked by abstraction or release from reality "Release" seems to be the key word, the password to get into the space, where nothing limits you, where you finally can be the person you think you are. Old could be young again in the dreams, fat could be slim, fool could become smart and poor – rich…it is very rare that in our dreams we see ourselves worse then we are in reality. In our dreams we are – The Hero, The Princess, The Famous and The Beautiful…hmmmm…now I wonder, wouldn’t it be better if dream world and real world would change their places all together? Maybe then we can finally see the beauty of each other and not only by comparing with the rest…
A Day:
The day was filled with thoughts, sensations, little of events. Almost all of my days are like this recently. Ever since I’ve got too tired of striving to organise my vacation to perfection, there are only so much thoughts I’d let myself about it. We still haven’t found a hotel for our last 4 days of travel. Not because there are no hotels in Cairo or no available, but mostly because we are too picky to go in the Any Hotel and too poor to get a Decent one. So at the moment our main "entertainment" is – balancing out all our options, hoping that at some choice we will just instantly feel – this is the right one for us. (My Intuition, all my bids are on you now!)
It’s getting busier at work with only few days left to organise things to run smoothly while I’ll be away…But my mind occupied with millions of other not the least important thoughts. That proved to create few "technical" problems over lack of time for certain things. But I’m getting there…and like it always happened, everything will be accomplished by the time needed. It always does somehow, all by itself sometimes…
A Concern
About friends…the ones who’s being lost in their own lives...the ones who’s being hurt but too proud to come forward for consolation, the ones who is always in my thoughts, who teaches, who shows the light, who warms…concerned that when I go away, there will be no one standing on the doorstep to wave goodbye…concerned if I will find them after I return…how selfish of me, eh?!
A Song
A song that has been with me today: Leonard Cohen, "Dance Me To The End Of Love" Why this one? Well, that I can’t tell even to myself…I’ve just learn to accept some things as they are – this is the best way of dealing with confusion, isn’t it? ;-)