Is dream a perceived reality or a conceived emotion?



Last night, I saw a dream, if taken literally, I saw it so it is a dream, if taken figuratively, I am happy I saw a dream. Confusing jumble of words isn’t it.

Epicurus once said “Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”

Probably the superlative of Hope is Dream; this state of mind is perhaps the most satisfying among all joys and sorrows. Some would definitely not agree, for the scary nightmares that they see in their sleep. So what exactly do you dream, no one really has control over it. (Radhika won’t agree). It shows you faces that you always longed to be, pictures you wished to paint, songs you wished to sing, see places far away, play roles you wanted to be and what not.

My dreams have taken me to the farthest corner of my kitchen to the Inca city of Machu Picchu, from the coliseum of Rome to the shady beaches of Mauritius, the Oprah Winfrey show to the Sydney Opera house and places that I have aroused my fascination and sexual pleasures. And I am sure that I am not alone here!!

I have tried to think over this several times, that why do I dream about all this, how does time decide that today, this is the show. I can only speak about myself, so these opinions are quite personal and don’t apply to all. I make my dreams; I am the maker of my dreams. (The only exception being when I am extremely tired)

I see dreams as the stairway to heaven (Led Zeppelin). I can think of stuff that I would never be able to accomplish in this life time, I can play the strings. I can shape the sculpture that I modeled over years; I can see the world the way I want it to be.

I saw her close to my heart,
I saw her caressing my soul,
I saw her sharing breath,
I saw her bird and bees.

I saw them earsplitting,
I saw them savor,
I saw them snitch,
I saw them Charleston.

I lived a throne of Mikado,
I sung the golden rhythm,
I played the silver glories,
That this ephemeral has given me.

Live do I away from you,
The I in me, amour-propre at bay,
See the pipe in the sky,
Through my rings of smoke.

Now I don’t know if it’s a perceived reality or a conceived emotion.

Comments

  1. AJune 12, 2010 at 10:22 PM

    Its a mixture of both. Well expressed post. Seems like Shutter Island was almost the perfect example.. Destiny?

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  2. Sajit Sankar PillaiJune 14, 2010 at 12:32 AM

    Talking about destiny......maybe...i have started believing in conceived emotions and perceived reality.....the darker shades of ones life have a lot to reveal....ain't it...

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