Sleep without dreams is like an empty toffee wrapper. And there's such variety....ranging from the downright hilarious to the most thought-provoking. Or just a bunch of random images. Dreams make sleep worthwhile... or else it would be like one was simply knocked unconscious every night. How drab.
There was a time when all my dreams were dimly lit documentaries on travel. In school, it was C.P. Travels and new routes and missing the school van... In college, it became KSRTC buses, staring at rows of them and wondering which one to board, waiting at bus-stops, and countless journeys... Always travelling. I read somewhere that it means that I feel someone else is controlling my life. Neo in The Matrix, eh ? Not bad... Then it began to include train journeys. Trains with no roofs, trains with the door on the roof....
Then of, course, exams... Exams where I am late, haven't studied a thing...exams where I am running out of time but doing nothing about it, or wandering outside the exam hall, watching other people write....And finally I wake up and think " Oh, that exam was last week. It's all OVER." It's SUCH a WONDERFUL feeling to realise that. A wonderful start for any day...
But the funny thing is, I don't "feel" a thing in my dreams... I never panic. Seeming "nightmares" are the regular stuff of my dreams, but I just think " Oh, that's how it is, isn't it ?... hmmm.." I might be going to die in my dream (ever so often), but I feel this same thing. All kinds of disasters... Lost in jungles, wandering over strange territory, lost from the group in excursions, hiding with fugitives, chased by a pack of dogs, hiding in huge mansions, imminent death in many forms, abductions... Still the same "oh really...hmmm..." reaction. I am genuinely entertained by my nightmares, they are as entertaining as horror movies probably are to most people. When I wake up, I think "Ooh, scary...". But while dreaming, I just sit back and enjoy... And maybe criticise the lighting and the plot. That's one thing... All the dreams have dim lighting. Lack of guts in real life ?
Then there are dreams that defy logic... Like being the only sister of twelve brothers and travelling with them to Africa ( by train, again) to attend my sister's wedding... (which sister ?) on some mountain-top (Kilimanjaro ?). There was even a dream about the end of the world. I was on the terrace, probably night.... and there were meteors raining down on earth, huge swooshing rocks going up in flames... And I thought "How pretty ! So, this is how the world ends...hmmm...".
There was a time when all my dreams were dimly lit documentaries on travel. In school, it was C.P. Travels and new routes and missing the school van... In college, it became KSRTC buses, staring at rows of them and wondering which one to board, waiting at bus-stops, and countless journeys... Always travelling. I read somewhere that it means that I feel someone else is controlling my life. Neo in The Matrix, eh ? Not bad... Then it began to include train journeys. Trains with no roofs, trains with the door on the roof....
Then of, course, exams... Exams where I am late, haven't studied a thing...exams where I am running out of time but doing nothing about it, or wandering outside the exam hall, watching other people write....And finally I wake up and think " Oh, that exam was last week. It's all OVER." It's SUCH a WONDERFUL feeling to realise that. A wonderful start for any day...
But the funny thing is, I don't "feel" a thing in my dreams... I never panic. Seeming "nightmares" are the regular stuff of my dreams, but I just think " Oh, that's how it is, isn't it ?... hmmm.." I might be going to die in my dream (ever so often), but I feel this same thing. All kinds of disasters... Lost in jungles, wandering over strange territory, lost from the group in excursions, hiding with fugitives, chased by a pack of dogs, hiding in huge mansions, imminent death in many forms, abductions... Still the same "oh really...hmmm..." reaction. I am genuinely entertained by my nightmares, they are as entertaining as horror movies probably are to most people. When I wake up, I think "Ooh, scary...". But while dreaming, I just sit back and enjoy... And maybe criticise the lighting and the plot. That's one thing... All the dreams have dim lighting. Lack of guts in real life ?
Then there are dreams that defy logic... Like being the only sister of twelve brothers and travelling with them to Africa ( by train, again) to attend my sister's wedding... (which sister ?) on some mountain-top (Kilimanjaro ?). There was even a dream about the end of the world. I was on the terrace, probably night.... and there were meteors raining down on earth, huge swooshing rocks going up in flames... And I thought "How pretty ! So, this is how the world ends...hmmm...".
