Dreaming

photo credits: @Designical (on youtube)

Dreams are extraordinary things; they transport us to places and let us explore the impossible. I'm not referring to daydreams, where you consciously direct your thoughts, but rather the dreams that unfold when you drift into a slumber, allowing your mind to venture into realms of fantasy and the unknown.

This morning, I woke up from a particularly strange dream. It was a nice dream, filled with just enough challenges to convince me it was real, sprinkled with delightful surprises that kept my excitement alive.

As I opened my eyes, a sense of disappointment washed over me, and I realized it had all been a dream. It felt incredibly real at the time — the people, the experiences, the connections, the efforts, forged within the dream. Yet, upon awakening, those relationships and bonds evaporated into the ether, forever lost.

photo credits: @Designical (on youtube)

It is unfair, isn't it?  To have lived such a vivid experience within a dream, only to see it dissipate the moment I wake up.

The most perplexing aspect of this experience is when I encounter these people, especially strangers in real life, I can't share the profound encounters we shared in the dream, as it will be extremely odd and even, eccentric. 

In the realm of reality, these strangers remain just that — strangers. Our paths haven't crossed before, and the connections or relationships we had in the dream have made no progress since our last real-life encounter. Yet, in the dream, we had grown so intimately close, sharing experiences that felt as genuine as any waking moment. It's a disconcerting paradox of the dream world, where the most vivid connections often remain confined to the realm of slumber at a particular moment.

photo credits: @Designical (on youtube)

There's no way to revisit or relive those dream experiences, no tangible mementos to serve as reminders that these moments did indeed occur. There's nothing to provide concrete proof that these profound encounters happened. With each passing day, the memories of the dream's intricate details gradually fade, like the wisps of a fleeting fantasy.

In the end, all we're left with is a helpless explanation: "It was just a dream."