lets face facts.
i dream every single night when i close my eyes and lay my head on the pillow.
i’ve got no choice.
same goes to almost every other living being on earth.
regardless of whether the dreams are pleasant or unpleasant, you are automatically in another realm of which is not reality.
to some, this may be a form of escape from the harshness of life.
for some, dreams may alter your mood for the day.
for some, they get the most brilliant ideas from their dreams.
(which is why its a good idea to have a notebook and pen beside you when you sleep)
for me, the best and the worst times are when the alarm goes off.
its when you’re jerked out of your limbo and am apparated (like the recent harry potter movie; squeezed, dragged, expanded, squashed and popping) back into reality.
and then you realise, your world aint all that great or neutral anymore.
but then, with the ingeniousness of the snooze button (i love this invention SO MUCH), you get to attempt to push your way back into your altered reality even if its just for a mere 9 minutes.
now this is the time, that i steal, to dream.
at times, if i’m lucky, i get to continue my dream (i swear my dreams are like tv series.. it continues!)
if that does not happen, and my brains are running 500 mph already, then i dream of whatever i choose.
the worst is when the alarm rings and the minute your brain ‘hears’ the alarm, your whole world, reality, comes crashing down like a tidal wave and there is nothing you can do to hush it and sleeping is just not an option anymore.
but like i said, regardless of the circumstances, those few precious minutes are one of the most private and soothing times a person can get in a day.
its like strolling through the park, during autumn, on a softly narrow road lined with trees whilst orange and red leaves gently glide through the air landing ever so lightly before you on the pathway……
and then when you reach the end, youfallintoasewerwithfecesuptothebottomofyournostrilswithrosepetalssprinkledscarcelyontopofitalllikecherriesonabirthdaycake. (yuck!)
snoozing aint a crime,
although sometimes it makes you late,
but i guess we all just need a little more time to dream.
the world could do with more dreams.
Personally I hate dreams, along with reality. Every time I’m being thrown into this useless place the first thing getting into my mind is that I will die. S..t. I don’t understand why it comes, seems the first thing you feel when you awake is that you exist, and the second thought is that your existence will surely expire. (All the blabbering about immortal soul is old worn out B.S. as we know that all our thoughts and knowledges are just links between neurons in our brain.) This way having two wakes a morning mean having two unpleasant collisions with the reality. Do you really enjoy it so much? I would call it “Extreme Dreaming” or “Reality Edge Surfing”, and advice insurance agencies to add it into list of insurance avoiding activities, as extreme sport.