Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Dreams are sublime.

Between 6.00 AM to 6.50 AM this morning, I experienced a dream from which I refused to wake. If I could choose, I would continue to live in that dream, only waking to sustain my physical body, and then eagerly return to that which would never, in a million lifetimes, happen in this life so painfully named reality.

One of my wildest fantasies came true in that dream. I will not tell you what happened, because I believe that you know what kind of fantasy I'm talking about already. According to Freud, our repressed ______ (fill in the blank) urges and aggression are surfaced in our subconscious and the pleasant product of its doings: dreams. In that dream, all that bottled-upness was let out, like a overwhelming deluge of suppressed desires.

Now, if only dreams could find a way to seep into real life, bit by bit, reality wouldn't be such a bitch. But, then, if dreams (and by dreams, I don't mean aspirations) came true, the world of dreams would lose its luster. Dreams wouldn't be special and personal, the two things that make dreams so irresistible.

?dael had a question at 2:35 PM