Where do they come from, the people you meet in your dreams? They come to you at night as a friend, an foe, a lover. But what are they made of?
I had a dream. In this dream I started a new life. I went to live in a new city, started a new education, made new friends and fell in love with a new man. And this new man was very, very real. I can still see his face, remember his voice, he even had a name (a funny one, but still, a name). His features were familiar, even though I had never seen him in my life. I touched his skin, he made me laugh. When I woke up, it was kind of upsetting. How is this possible? I never knew my imagination could be so strong that in the course of one night I could create a man with such detail and experience feelings for him. I was dissapointed he wasn't real, this was hard for me to accept.
So it got me to thinking. What if the people who appear in your dreams actually exist somewhere? What if by some magical accident a real person who is living their life totally secluded from yours entered your dream? What if someone from across time and space dreamed about you also? Would you be able to find each other? Or is it just one of God's little jokes?
It got me to thinking about something else also. All my life I've been having pretty strong dreams and written about them. I remember there was even a time when I was so into the whole dream thing, I would tell my parents how much I looked forward to going to sleep, because I was curious what dreams would come to me this night. It's just such a fascinating thing. It's experience without control. The mind so strong. It is absolutely free, completely without boundaries. No matter how suffocating reality can be, in your mind, you are always as free as a bird, you can do anything, be anyone. And apparently, I have a very vivid imagination. When I think about my longing to write fiction, I automatically think about my blockage in trying to come up with people or stories that aren't real. I block, because I think I don't have the creativity or patience to create characters or storylines (let alone interesting ones). But my dreams teach me that I am definitely capable of this. It's the same brain isn't it? So how could I consciously tap into that energy? It would really help me, I'd like to find out.
2 weeks after I wrote this in my journal, I went to see Inception, which is also about people entering each others dreams and the freedom of the creativity of the mind. (Funny coincidence. Or not. I like how when you are relaxed things fall into place and you start seeing patterns, things become meaningful, like they were trying to tell you something, like signs). Everyone should go and see this film, it's like a philosophical puzzle, brilliant and visually stunning, hats of to mr. Nolan. And also to mr. Zimmer for composing yet another brilliant score.
