Dreams are such a bravura manifestation of our life and of the thoughts we had. My dreams are nothing but things that I mulled over and couldn’t stop thinking about even when in sleep. The good thing about them is they are free of logic and so they are intense, bring out the sub-conscious and don’t have to filter creativity. They have no voice of reason to stop them, no social conditioning to hold them back. I think that is the only reason why dreams seem weird to us when we remember them. As soon as we wake up, the logic, the conditioning colors our mind and thoughts. The pure and free dreams seem bizarre. To me, they are ego-less version of how I really think, of what I would want in absence of much cherished but limiting sapient judgment of how the world works or what the world accepts.
Dreams show us what we cannot see or fail to see conspicuously, not because we are not capable but because we are limited in our awake/aware state by conditioning. When the pain is deeper than what we expressed, when the joy is sweeter than we could relish, when a hurtful moment is pushed back in mind but never forgotten – dreams channel it, re-run it and our sub-conscious mind lives those moments in dreams. How wonderful it is that dreams have no boundaries and have no control? How truly amazing is this ability of mind to emancipate itself from the rationale parts? The propensity to steal away the time we sleep from our binding selves and find a way to show us what we really are. The mind finds a way to preserve all that we are and all that we feel and show it to us at a time when we are away from world. Dreams let the rational part sleep and awakes our unfiltered senses and feelings and shows us what we hide, what we miss, what we really want, who we are and want to be.
Dreams show us what we cannot see or fail to see conspicuously, not because we are not capable but because we are limited in our awake/aware state by conditioning. When the pain is deeper than what we expressed, when the joy is sweeter than we could relish, when a hurtful moment is pushed back in mind but never forgotten – dreams channel it, re-run it and our sub-conscious mind lives those moments in dreams. How wonderful it is that dreams have no boundaries and have no control? How truly amazing is this ability of mind to emancipate itself from the rationale parts? The propensity to steal away the time we sleep from our binding selves and find a way to show us what we really are. The mind finds a way to preserve all that we are and all that we feel and show it to us at a time when we are away from world. Dreams let the rational part sleep and awakes our unfiltered senses and feelings and shows us what we hide, what we miss, what we really want, who we are and want to be.
