| | I couldn't sleep so here I am pattering away on my keys.
I was pondering the statement, "One can only find truer love in their dreams" or any variation you've heard. Dreams are projections of the mind. Whatever input from the other individual that could possibly occur really is just oneself. Those dreams about hardcore sex? Just you. Driving in that racecar and being crashed in to? Still all you. Skiing with your favorite Olympic skier? Cycling with Lance Armstrong in the 2009 Tour de France? Toking it up with President Obama? You're flying solo, bud.
Which leads me to the thought that dreams with good outcomes are pretty narcissistic. Those sex dreams are really just one sleeping with one's own self. Dirty, isn't it?
From there, focusing on the idea of love in dreams, it feels so... one sided. Sure, your mind can attempt to recreate the exact nature of your significant other, your lover, etc. but never will it actually be. The other interaction, those intricate and delicate responses, every emotion that that other human is capable of feeling and their physical manifestations can never be matched in one's own mind(unless you can read minds: if you can, teach me).
I used to find dreams so comforting, so relaxing, so fulfilling, because everything could be perfect in this sleep-based wonderland. That bliss was lost to me when I found something in real life that is infinitely better than anything I could have ever dreamed of. Her name is Harmony, and I love her.
I still have good dreams, I still have great dreams, I still have nightmares, and I still wake up each morning longing for her. Being in a long distance relationship has it's downs, and each and every morning definitely qualifies. What's interesting is that to me, no matter how great my dream is, it still feels hollow and empty. No matter how real everything feels, I always wake up thinking about how strange it was that a certain piece, a certain emotion, a certain feeling was missing. That thing, I think, changes from dream to dream, but it's always absent. There are dreams when I've awoken in a panic trying to make sure what I thought happened didn't happen, and even those don't feel entirely whole.
There was more in my head keeping me from sleep. I guess it's gone now. Goodnight!
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| | Posted 4/28/2009 1:38 AM - 34 Views - 10 eProps - 12 comments
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