Dream

Percy Bysshe "A dream has a power to poison sleep."

I differ. "A dream poisons sleep."

The day concludes. We return home after physical, mental and emotional exhaustion. We yearn for rejuvenation of our faculties to face another day. We yearn for replenishment of our senses, for a few hours of mental solace. We yearn for sleep.

We shut our eyes. Events of the day that has elapsed plague our minds. We push them away. They persist. We seek aid to squeeze them out of our minds. A child seeks a lullaby, an adult seeks a song.

Slowly, we begin to drift. Our physical senses lose control, but don't leave us. The mind detaches itself from them, but only almost.

We drift into an Other world. A world not very different from the one in which we lay 'asleep', yet different. Everything here is out-of-place, or rather in a different place. We may not be ourselves. At least, not in every way.

In our dreams, too, we face challenges. We are faced with many tasks to be accomplished. Yet, we cannot pursue them. Yet, the mind has no control over our physical senses. It must observe. In moments of intensity, it tries hard to hint the other self that contols our being, but cannot power over it.

Often, we are seeking for something that we may or may not be able to find. If found, it doesn't vaguely resemble what we had sought all along.

There is no reason, no logic, no pattern.... but a vague connection with our past or person. Nothing can be questioned. Everything must be endured.

We follow our other self as he journeys through a world we've never seen in person before yet is we treat it as familiar.

Nothing makes sense. Nothing fits. Yet we attempt to decipher it all. Our effort is futile for its fruit is soon forgotten by even our own self. Yet the effort is made.

Hours go by in what seems like seconds. Time stands still in the Other world.

The Other world begins to fade. From the darkness, emerges our own in which mind controls the body.

Another day.

The mind is fatigued. Yet, we must rise. Our senses protest but there is no one to listen. Another day has begun and we must rise.

When that day has ended, there is no solace. We must return to the Other world, which is scarcely constant.

This cycle is vicious. The mind is helpless. It protests, but no one listens.