Come hither and you shall see
An everlasting bliss, an eternity
Dream with me and you shall find
That dreams come true, come, leave all behind.
Dreams are but figments of our tired minds unwinding but how is it so that dreams sometimes show you faces you have never seen, places that you have never been to and events that have not yet transpired? I can recall many dreams myself where I have witnessed many events as they were occurring, in their own kaleidoscopic fashion. Many a times I have dreamt of people I was destined to meet or see or talk or hear about the very next day. Do people's thoughts interfere with ours and somehow translate themselves into a dream? Are emotions so tangible that they will express themselves through these sleep induced illusions? These are questions that I may never know answers to I fear.
I can think of one instance where I have been lead to believe that our dreams or nightmares are a way for our unconscious minds to warn us. I was sound asleep one cold winter night in my studio apartment. Snuggled comfortably in my covers, I had no worries of the day or troublesome food that would disturb my slumber. I am a dreamer and so this night too had its share of dreams. I remember watching myself sleep, as if I were standing outside the window that overlooked the streets outside somehow. I could see myself turning in bed and feel it at the same time, as if a part of my soul had left me and was floating outside the window looking at my earthly coccoon. Even from that distance I could somehow hear my heart beat. I could hear the blood coursing through my veins. Warm and thick, life giving and delicious. I could feel a lusty hunger growing inside me for that enriching drink, I couldn't wait to drink it all and empty my body off of it.
In this sudden urge to fulfill my desires I tried to force myself in through that window. It would shatter with a tap but the noise would wake me up so I tried to tamper with the bolt. I tried cutting through the glass with my tongue but that would take time. In the dream, I felt that I had all the time I needed and so started licking the glass near the bolt. When I was partway through the glass, my patience worn thin, the nightly breeze brought fresh scent from the street. This scent was even more invigorating than my own, I glanced down and saw a lone stranger exit a car and walk into an alley. I observed the car for a moment waiting to see if anybody else exited. No one did. I left my pursuit of the window and passed through the air after the stranger. Closer I drew towards the person and stronger within me grew the urge. His heart beat with good health and luscious blood. In a swift motion I was upon him and drowned his startled scream with a hand over his mouth.
Warm, invigorating and plentiful. I felt so full and content and it all faded into darkness..
I woke up the next day and got busy with the day's routine. Shower, breakfast and ready for work. The dream of the past night but a tiny fragment of thought in my mind. As I walked out of the building I noticed a certain familiarity in the scene. I paused a moment and then it hit me.
The car! It was the same car that I had seen in my dream! Parked the same way I had seen it parked. The dream came rushing back in an instant. How could it be? Was I in some state of sleepwalking last night? Don't be silly, I rebuked myself, you don't fly or float outside windows. Was this a coincidence? I know of some weird coincidences but this was something else. I realized with a shudder that the last part of the dream was me following someone.. I rushed back upstairs into my apartment and sure enough there it was, a part of the window close to the bolt had been partially dissolved from the outside.
