Living a dream, dreaming a Life
Are we living or dreaming?
What if our entire existence is merely a dream? This contemplation frequently occupies my thoughts during moments of boredom, as I traverse the carousel of daydreams. Imagining the humor in discovering that our reality has been a prolonged dream, where every endeavor, every loss, exists as mere fragments of a chaotic dream sequence. I ponder the prospect: would awakening tomorrow bring melancholy? Unraveling the deception, realizing that time slipped away like grains of sand in a wave, and that the child who dozed off in 4th-grade class was, in fact, dreaming an entire lifetime. Time behaves uniquely in the dream realm; a few days of dreamt experiences can transpire in the span of 21 years. Memory of this duration isn’t comprehensive; it’s akin to awakening from a deep slumber with fleeting recollections. Consider the little memories clung to the heart, not every detail retained. What if those jolts during sleep are attempts to rouse us? If I were to awaken, would it evoke sorrow? Is my life an enchanting dream that would cast a gloom upon awakening, or is it a nightmare I yearn to escape? A nightmare of aimless running through infinite fields, losing loved ones, and descending into solitude. The prospect of awakening from such a nightmare is something I welcome. Who knows. I guess I’m still sleeping and waiting to be waken up by reality.
I know it is a weird thought and doesn’t make much sense. Some may even feel I am talking nonsense. Maybe I am a bit, but hey, it’s just a thought. A byproduct of daydreaming about living a dream life.
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