Labyrinth of Dreams (old)

1: Me, Myself and I (Photo of Rye)

Labyrinth of Dreams

“We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.” 

― Arthur O'Shaughnessy, Poems of Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Chapter 1

The shrill ringing of my alarm blasted into my ears, shaking me up from whatever sweet dream I was having. I groped under my pillow to silence my phone. I did not know which button I pressed. All that mattered, though, were more minutes of sleep. If I had pressed the snooze button, I would just wake up 5 minutes later. If I had switched the alarm off, I would just have to wait for my mom to come rushing up afterwards. Both situations had their pros and cons though the odds of getting my phone to snooze were higher. After all, only one button out of the twenty-one buttons on my trusty Nokia could actually switch the alarm off.

Actually, I could not care less, since I was awake, not. I preferred to trick myself into believing I was not that lazy.

But, whom was I kidding right?

I am Rye and as much as I loved to sleep, it was the dreams I am after. Daydreaming might be cool but dreaming when you fell asleep – this experience was many times more realistic, or surreal. This was especially true as I remembered my dreams much more vividly than others. I might not remember more dreams, but the ones I remembered were definitely recorded with a high quality video camera.

To me, dreams felt like a gate to my second personality residing in a cozy cove in a parallel world. Everything felt real in a dream, even superhuman abilities, such as going back in time or teleporting, felt like the most ordinary thing in the world. More examples of superhuman abilities would include dashing around surpassing the speed of Usain Bolt and jumping higher than Mario. I can double jump too! Perhaps that was where the creator of Mario got his inspiration!

The next attraction would be getting to see my crush. Most importantly, they flirt back! That happened almost every… I am tricking myself again. The possibility of them flirting back in a dream was probably less than rare. Let me explain why.

Firstly, I usually could not make out the face of the person. Thus, I would end up trying to figure out who that guy was whenever I had the time. Truth be told, my memory just loved to go against me right then.

Secondly, I could not remember all my dreams. According to research papers, I would forget 90% of dreams on average. While my “video camera” might take videos in high definition, the “memory space” probably could not allow any more than 10% of whatever my dream was to be remembered.

Lastly, even if I did dream, it was totally hard to get romantic dreams.

It was said that dreams reflect a person’s life. They were deep messages one’s conscience is trying to convey to the person?

In reality, my crush totally friend-zoned me. I was not even one of his good friends but rather some “random-kid-in-my-class-that-I-can-actually-talk-to” friend, or a wee bit better. The fact that I seldom dreamt about him, we were probably never meant to be. Nothing more than a one-sided crush. I would not even bother tricking myself this time. It was the plain hard truth.

There was this problem with my dreams though. I am psychic. Many things had been a déjà vu. Neither did it help that my memory could not exactly differentiate between dreams and reality. Once, I knew my friend’s drawing abilities, before actually seeing him draw, simply because I had seen his drawings in my dreams.

Just to make it worse, the objects they drew were even similar.

For now, that would be enough information on my dreams before I sounded crazy. Back to reality.