Dear My Blog Reader,
I noticed something about the dreams we have and I wish to share this revelation with you. Of course, you might be very much well acquainted with this phenomenon; in that case, pardon me in advance for repeating that which is a known stuff to you. For those of you who have not realized this revelation, this is what I have to say to you…
This afternoon, while battling with the engineering mathematics book, I had drifted in to a short nap. While I was asleep I had a dream. I do not remember much of what I had seen in the dream. It had something to do about getting lost in a huge dark room. While the subject matter of the dream may be unimportant, something struck me about this dream. Not just this dream, but many of the dreams which my conscious mind can recollect had one thing in common. They all appeared real.
Never once, during a dream, have I felt that what I was seeing was just a figment of imagination and something unreal. I had always broke into cold sweat when something frightening had happened inside that dream, revelled with joy when something good might had happened, cried with horror when I had watched a love one die… but never, even for a single moment had the thought oh-this-is-just-a-dream crossed my mind. In fact, some of those dreams had been so real that their effects did not easily fade even when the dream had broken.
For example, once I had had a dream about a gem that looked like a diamond from the top but had a flat base. I refer to the jewel as a touch-stone; I am not quite sure of what the term means, maybe it refers to a stone which reveals its properties when touched by someone. That is what the gem in the dream did. It established a telepathic connection between the person who touched the stone and another person with whom the user wishes to communicate. In addition, the stone filled the person, who touched it, with a boundless, inexplicable euphoria. In the dream I touched the gem and suddenly I was surrounded by white mist and I could hear a voice uttering my name. At the same time I was feeling immensely happy for no apparent reason at all (maybe it was because of the voice inside my head, I do not know). Instantly, I woke up. Even when I was awake I was buoying with joy. It felt as if I had actually touched such a wonder stone! Then after sometime, the feeling faded and I knew that it was a dream.
The point is that, while we are inside a dream we are barely (never, actually) aware of its presence. Everything we see inside a dream, however absurd that thing might be, we never question its realism. It is not until a dream is broken that we recognise a dream. Even though we are aware that we would have a dream almost every time we sleep, even though we have had dreams for all our lives, even though we know so much about dreams, its patterns, its cause and yet a human mind fails to recognise a dream when it has one. How is it that we are fooled every time?
Is it because of the innate human flaw of comprehension? Is it because we go on appearances, completely oblivious of the fact that appearances can be deceiving?
O reader, when will we finally see…
I noticed something about the dreams we have and I wish to share this revelation with you. Of course, you might be very much well acquainted with this phenomenon; in that case, pardon me in advance for repeating that which is a known stuff to you. For those of you who have not realized this revelation, this is what I have to say to you…
This afternoon, while battling with the engineering mathematics book, I had drifted in to a short nap. While I was asleep I had a dream. I do not remember much of what I had seen in the dream. It had something to do about getting lost in a huge dark room. While the subject matter of the dream may be unimportant, something struck me about this dream. Not just this dream, but many of the dreams which my conscious mind can recollect had one thing in common. They all appeared real.
Never once, during a dream, have I felt that what I was seeing was just a figment of imagination and something unreal. I had always broke into cold sweat when something frightening had happened inside that dream, revelled with joy when something good might had happened, cried with horror when I had watched a love one die… but never, even for a single moment had the thought oh-this-is-just-a-dream crossed my mind. In fact, some of those dreams had been so real that their effects did not easily fade even when the dream had broken.
For example, once I had had a dream about a gem that looked like a diamond from the top but had a flat base. I refer to the jewel as a touch-stone; I am not quite sure of what the term means, maybe it refers to a stone which reveals its properties when touched by someone. That is what the gem in the dream did. It established a telepathic connection between the person who touched the stone and another person with whom the user wishes to communicate. In addition, the stone filled the person, who touched it, with a boundless, inexplicable euphoria. In the dream I touched the gem and suddenly I was surrounded by white mist and I could hear a voice uttering my name. At the same time I was feeling immensely happy for no apparent reason at all (maybe it was because of the voice inside my head, I do not know). Instantly, I woke up. Even when I was awake I was buoying with joy. It felt as if I had actually touched such a wonder stone! Then after sometime, the feeling faded and I knew that it was a dream.
The point is that, while we are inside a dream we are barely (never, actually) aware of its presence. Everything we see inside a dream, however absurd that thing might be, we never question its realism. It is not until a dream is broken that we recognise a dream. Even though we are aware that we would have a dream almost every time we sleep, even though we have had dreams for all our lives, even though we know so much about dreams, its patterns, its cause and yet a human mind fails to recognise a dream when it has one. How is it that we are fooled every time?
Is it because of the innate human flaw of comprehension? Is it because we go on appearances, completely oblivious of the fact that appearances can be deceiving?
O reader, when will we finally see…
6 comments:
When we dream we not only find our dreams intensely 'real' but also the so called reality appear as flashes of a disoriented nightmare. Which brings us finally to the question: whether our dreams or our reality is actually 'real'. I believe, the answer is none of these. The actual reality is a third one which we cannot see with our eyes. The former two are mere shadow of the last one.
Interesting, I must accept that I had never thought about what you said. To tell you the truth I’m a very sound sleeper and have rarely dreamt. But every time I woke up after seeing a dream the emotional state of the dream would linger. I would remember the incidents occasionally but not as clearly as the emotions. Assuming the fact that a) our mind slips into a subconscious state while we are dreaming and b) it is the mind itself that creates this virtual world which is so realistic to our senses, can you explain why the mind sometimes portrays nightmares? I mean given the fact that it is “our” mind that makes a dream, why do you think it would want us to feel sad, terrified or any of the negative emotions? Why isn’t it euphoria all the time?
Thank you Debothosh and Arnab for taking your time out to coment on the posts.
To Arnab--Your question is very interesting? Why, indeed? To that I would say that we have dreams in flashes and disoriented way, as Debotosh suggested. Maybe these impulses are generated by a series of feelings that harbour inside us. Sometimes one feeling overpowers another and that is why we have euphoric dreams as well as nightmare.
This answer maynot satisfy your intellect, my friend, but that is the best I have.
Possibly. Maybe thats why the dreams seem real.
Sorry Arnab, I donot know how your comment was removed. I didnot do it consciously. Maybe there's a problem with the server. Sorry again. Keep commenting.
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