With eyes wide open...
Dreams...... I always remember my dreams... I spend a good half of a Sunday remembering my dreams... dreams I had over the week, dreams I had on my way to a hangover.
To me dreams, are ways of releasing your energy while your body is resting.. In the state of wake, we tend to confuse the needs of our body to that of the mind... The body asks for a nice workout, the mind asks for a random spark... the result - you end up in a not-so-random club with some not-so-random people dancing to not-so-random music drinking away to not-so-random glory.
I will never forget my childhood dreams... I dreamed of a girl ( I know I sound cinematic as ever- Bollywoodish to be precise).. but yes I did... and I have dreamed of her just twice...
and the dream was so crisp, was so fresh... I spent the whole first dream with her, riding on her bike, to a nearby park, to a nearby icecream parlor... Coincidentally I lived some of these moments in my life when I was in love for the first time... but something tells me she wasn't the girl of my dreams... not because things didn't work out b/w us... but because I dreamed of her again after our break-up... this time it was different... the lakeside... the autumn leaves changing their colors... the sunset...the cool breeze... the white wine crystallizing her giggling , and her smile...
and I woke up not knowing which day it was, and for a moment where I was... just that I was stiff from previous evening's game of tennis.
I have this strange feeling in me.... I might forget how to woo a girl I love; I might forget how to Love;I might forget how to weep like a boy heart-broken;I might forget how to sleep to forget it all;But I might never forget to dream; just to get one more glimpse of her;
one more dream of her.
And it wouldn't matter if I remembered the dream.
To me dreams, are ways of releasing your energy while your body is resting.. In the state of wake, we tend to confuse the needs of our body to that of the mind... The body asks for a nice workout, the mind asks for a random spark... the result - you end up in a not-so-random club with some not-so-random people dancing to not-so-random music drinking away to not-so-random glory.
I will never forget my childhood dreams... I dreamed of a girl ( I know I sound cinematic as ever- Bollywoodish to be precise).. but yes I did... and I have dreamed of her just twice...
and the dream was so crisp, was so fresh... I spent the whole first dream with her, riding on her bike, to a nearby park, to a nearby icecream parlor... Coincidentally I lived some of these moments in my life when I was in love for the first time... but something tells me she wasn't the girl of my dreams... not because things didn't work out b/w us... but because I dreamed of her again after our break-up... this time it was different... the lakeside... the autumn leaves changing their colors... the sunset...the cool breeze... the white wine crystallizing her giggling , and her smile...
and I woke up not knowing which day it was, and for a moment where I was... just that I was stiff from previous evening's game of tennis.
I have this strange feeling in me.... I might forget how to woo a girl I love; I might forget how to Love;I might forget how to weep like a boy heart-broken;I might forget how to sleep to forget it all;But I might never forget to dream; just to get one more glimpse of her;
one more dream of her.
And it wouldn't matter if I remembered the dream.
posted by LollySparkyShady at 8:22 PM
3 Comments:
You're lucky you remember your dreams. I can never seem to, which is a bummer because I just KNOW I've had some good ones. LOL!
Wonderful writing, as always. And I don't think you can actually forget. It's just like riding a bike.
Tin
dreams are great...i mean to dream is such a wonderful thing, dreaming at night is like watching movies to me, could be horror, could be sweet romance; day dreaming is even better, it's a way of escaping from the physical world, the mind wanders.
Never forget how to dream :)
To dream is to live!
but to live in a dream is pathetic.
iyer
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