the quality of dreams
i woke this morning to the blinding white of snow reflecting sun. i reflexively closed my eyes, and saw back momentarily into the dream state i'd just been. i don't know if i would have recalled my dreams otherwise...there's something about waking into bright light that immediately stimulates the mind to focus on the present reality. but what about the reality of dreams?
dreams are real. what we do in dreams affects our minds and influences our experiences arguably just as much as our memories, both consciously and subconsciously. i remember waking once after a dream where i was engaged in a sweet, sensual kiss...my whole body was aroused, i was holding my breath, and my mouth still tingled from the cool, wet touch of the lips i'd been kissing. i experienced a moment of confusion--i was suddenly alone in my bed when i'd just a millisecond before been alive in another's embrace--but i laughed aloud with excitement--the experience was just as real and just as present in my mind and body as if it had happened in my waking life. and it could very likely impact me the next time i saw the person i'd been kissing: i might feel embarrassed, or attracted, avoidant or giddy. it might change the way i would speak to her or about her; it could influence my perception and memory of past interactions with her. even though i might condition it all with the qualifier "it was only a dream,".
what if we collectively became more accountable for the creative power of our dreams? What if we gave up our dismissive attitudes towards our subconscious sensibilities and consciously included them amongst the variables that make up our days? what kind of would we live in if dreams didn't come true because they already are true, as least as true as everything else?
dreams are real. what we do in dreams affects our minds and influences our experiences arguably just as much as our memories, both consciously and subconsciously. i remember waking once after a dream where i was engaged in a sweet, sensual kiss...my whole body was aroused, i was holding my breath, and my mouth still tingled from the cool, wet touch of the lips i'd been kissing. i experienced a moment of confusion--i was suddenly alone in my bed when i'd just a millisecond before been alive in another's embrace--but i laughed aloud with excitement--the experience was just as real and just as present in my mind and body as if it had happened in my waking life. and it could very likely impact me the next time i saw the person i'd been kissing: i might feel embarrassed, or attracted, avoidant or giddy. it might change the way i would speak to her or about her; it could influence my perception and memory of past interactions with her. even though i might condition it all with the qualifier "it was only a dream,".
what if we collectively became more accountable for the creative power of our dreams? What if we gave up our dismissive attitudes towards our subconscious sensibilities and consciously included them amongst the variables that make up our days? what kind of would we live in if dreams didn't come true because they already are true, as least as true as everything else?
posted by amy at
10:48 AM
1 Comments:
I love this... Isn't there something in the Wizard of Oz about dreams? Sorry, not really the point. Perhaps the place where we are when dreaming is just as much a part of our lives as the part we think of as "real." Interesting.
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