Philosophies & Poetry of Allen

Dream

Dreams are another part or dimension of life.

I keep on having thoughts if I have alter-ego or another existence from different time, space or dimension. Most of dreams are completely forgotten during the phase of waking up, but what if it's just another "glitch" or hack to attain reality about dreams? I tried being up all night, just so I can witness what dreams look like in persona. Would I still be in possession of my own dream? Is it a dream or nightmare?

I've come to think of that, what if our current existence is just an illusion or a dream for another being from different time and space?

I drank liters of coffee, I'm so excited to see and feel of being not normal, maybe for just a night. What is with dreams that I always come on rethinking and guessing what did I dreamt last night? What is with dreams that I wanted to experience what my mind does think and my eyes see even though it's closed.

There are dreams that makes me feel relieved whenever I wake up, but there are also dreams that makes me feel unwell. I thank for the dreams I do clearly remember, and I wrote it down as long as my memory keeps it. Sometimes, I share my dreams to other people so just to have another allocation of memory for my dreams. But whenever I do remember such, it also fades and as of now that I'm writing this, I can't remember any dream at all. And if I told you I do remember then I'm lying. Whenever I wrote down the clear and precise remembrance of my dream, why do I feel unsure if it is indeed my dream, why does it feel incomplete of the entire dream I had.

I keep on haunting what does my dream really means to me. Why do I feel being myself yet so uncertain. What if I'm not the real existing being at this current time?

Just like my dreams, my life too is subjective. I thank that I did have a great childhood memories and mostly my dreams were good. But after I've experienced the dark phase of my life, dreams became my both rival and friend.

Dreams became my escape from reality, as if I literally sleep all day, all night just to live in my dream and escape the suffering of depression. Dreams became my other reality as if I were restarting my life and make the things be better than what I did on my current life.

But then too much dreaming damages my reality. I need to live my reality life as much as what my dreams could offer. Sleep provides rest and dreams provides alter-reality. I've became too dependent of what dreams could offer in order to escape suffering. I've became addicted to dreams more than what vices could offer. It is fine to have rest but being stuck from illusion is a warning.

Dream is too subjective to understand, just like what life could offer to soul. Experiences can be gained, because we share the same reality. But some people claims that they did shared the same dream. But what if, and maybe what if our dreams are also linked to each other, does it creates another reality for us?

Maybe in another space or time, and maybe even lifetime, I wanted to see what my minds perceives and my eyes could see whenever I dream.