I don’t know how many of you crazy cats are familiar with the Eurhythmics – some 80’s pop group… but they sang a song that was entitled as thus, and it’s been going through my head all morning. I had one of those vivid dreams that involved a girl, nothing overtly sexual, just a female companion I was having fun with in the dream, and she was vividly beautiful, so much so, her image remains with my consciousness, even though she was a product of my sub-conscious.
Dreams are often subterfuge, used to trick one into a false sense of security, or perhaps the complete opposite – they can be moments of complete insanity in an otherwise bland existence. The dreams where you wake up wondering, when that happened, did that happen? Or is it going to happen? The fact I could almost touch someone I have never met, a figment of my imagination – you feel all the great aspects of human interaction – the sense of friendship and warmth, the feeling of touch through a hug or a loving gesture, but it was just a dream.
The ability to read dreams is certainly one worthy of respect – sure, I could just consult some hippy, and they would interpret my dream one way or another, but there are simply so many variables. Once again, this brain I love and hate has provided a beautiful figment of my imagination that I may never realise in person. Why must my brain incessantly torment me with desires and thoughts, creating duress through yearning, because when I wake up, I don’t have what I enjoy in my sleep?
Are dreams your ideals playing out in your head, because they know that these ideals aren’t part of your current reality? I know some people who don’t dream at all, at least, they don’t remember their dreams. I have at least one or two a week where I awake thinking what the fudge just happened? I wouldn’t have it any other way though. It’s actually quite bizarre… I remember a dream I had years ago concerning another girl, and it’s a face created by my imagination that I will never forget.
Do our imaginations know what is going to happen? It’s like the movie, Donnie Darko, where everything is planned out in visions and the necessary steps are taken by Donnie to avert occurrences… like the title track of the same movie, it certainly is a mad world – whether we know what is happening consciously or sub-consciously, our dreams are what we make them, whether we want something, or if we are afraid of something, chances are, our head will play the scenario out by no conscious fault of our own… and we are usually left wanting or asking more questions…
Who the devil was that girl… and what did it all mean?