“Sis?” I called out from the shower to my sister who was out in the bedroom getting dressed.
“Hmm?”
“What kind of dreams do you have?” I asked.
“What?”
“What kind of dreams do you have?” I asked again raising my voice just a tad bit louder , enough to be able to pass through the thin sliding door that separated the bathroom from the bedroom that my sister and I both shared. “Are they realistic? Or completely fantasy?”
“What do you mean realistic or fantasy?” came her reply. “By fantasy you mean like fairies?” she asked. I knew that my sister—a book enthusiast who has read a wide variety of genres ranging from the classics, to fantasy/adventure, to spiritual/religious, thrillers/mystery, and even self-help books since before I was born—would eventually ask this question.
“By realistic I mean, are they events that usually happen or are possibly going to happen in real life—by the way I’m using your shampoo, thanks!” I explained as I poured the shampoo on my head in a slapdash fashion and then continued, “or are they completely fantasy —you know events that seem utterly impossible to happen in reality.”
“Realistic ones,” she replied. “Usually about what I’m thinking or keep on thinking about. Like about work, I usually think of things that have to do, then, in my dream, I dream that I’m already doing it.”
“Hmn,” I muttered in a concurrent tone. It was all I could utter after hearing her answer. Good for you sis, I thought. My desire to discuss with her about the dreams I’ve been having began to drift away. It would seem wholly awkward and strange to ask someone who’s had completely realistic dreams, about surreal happenings that went on in other people’s subconscious as they slept.
I used to wonder myself why my dreams more often than not are mostly peculiar. They were not things that I had thought of before I went to bed, some are even things that I haven’t encountered, and yet they stubbornly appear in my dreams and continue to amuse, to baffle and to interest me. More so these dreams are not something that I can control. Unlike the minority who have the ability to control their dreams (my best friend, according to her, was one of those people) in a ‘Lucid Dream’ state, wherein a person can manipulate what dreams they are going to have and be able manipulate the things that go about during the dream, I on the other hand belong to the majority whose dreams come and go as they please and have no definite schedule when they will be surfacing.
The dreams I have are completely peculiar. They sometimes possess similar elements, similar characters, but each time a different story. Last night was only one of many episodes—a continuation of a certain dream that I began having since about four months ago, more specifically after my 20th birthday.
Dreams, much like illusions, seem perfectly real. They seem to have definitely existed and yet once you awake from that dream they eventually fade from your memory. With this thought in mind, I decided to put recent dreams into writing.
“Hmm?”
“What kind of dreams do you have?” I asked.
“What?”
“What kind of dreams do you have?” I asked again raising my voice just a tad bit louder , enough to be able to pass through the thin sliding door that separated the bathroom from the bedroom that my sister and I both shared. “Are they realistic? Or completely fantasy?”
“What do you mean realistic or fantasy?” came her reply. “By fantasy you mean like fairies?” she asked. I knew that my sister—a book enthusiast who has read a wide variety of genres ranging from the classics, to fantasy/adventure, to spiritual/religious, thrillers/mystery, and even self-help books since before I was born—would eventually ask this question.
“By realistic I mean, are they events that usually happen or are possibly going to happen in real life—by the way I’m using your shampoo, thanks!” I explained as I poured the shampoo on my head in a slapdash fashion and then continued, “or are they completely fantasy —you know events that seem utterly impossible to happen in reality.”
“Realistic ones,” she replied. “Usually about what I’m thinking or keep on thinking about. Like about work, I usually think of things that have to do, then, in my dream, I dream that I’m already doing it.”
“Hmn,” I muttered in a concurrent tone. It was all I could utter after hearing her answer. Good for you sis, I thought. My desire to discuss with her about the dreams I’ve been having began to drift away. It would seem wholly awkward and strange to ask someone who’s had completely realistic dreams, about surreal happenings that went on in other people’s subconscious as they slept.
I used to wonder myself why my dreams more often than not are mostly peculiar. They were not things that I had thought of before I went to bed, some are even things that I haven’t encountered, and yet they stubbornly appear in my dreams and continue to amuse, to baffle and to interest me. More so these dreams are not something that I can control. Unlike the minority who have the ability to control their dreams (my best friend, according to her, was one of those people) in a ‘Lucid Dream’ state, wherein a person can manipulate what dreams they are going to have and be able manipulate the things that go about during the dream, I on the other hand belong to the majority whose dreams come and go as they please and have no definite schedule when they will be surfacing.
The dreams I have are completely peculiar. They sometimes possess similar elements, similar characters, but each time a different story. Last night was only one of many episodes—a continuation of a certain dream that I began having since about four months ago, more specifically after my 20th birthday.
Dreams, much like illusions, seem perfectly real. They seem to have definitely existed and yet once you awake from that dream they eventually fade from your memory. With this thought in mind, I decided to put recent dreams into writing.
5 comments:
okay i see your point. hmmm lets hope someone can interpret it then.
oooh you're writing style is story form. you're good.
yay! I'm finally able to comment on your blog!
oh so this was the first post...hehe i read it last since the format was opposite. XD
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