Dreams are our inner most desires and fears materialised in a scene. Some say that it's the only way our subconscious gets relief. It's how we can relieve the pressure of all those pent up emotions. Sometimes I agree. Yet other times I think it's just our mind placing us in a dead end road and make us face all that we try to hide during daylight. Because really Mr. Scumbag brain why would we want to visit something that we've been trying to suppress? Doesn't that seem a bit stupid? For all the intelligence you have, well, you can be quite ignorant.
Why would someone we're trying to forget dash into a dream all shiny and perfect reminding us of all the reasons why they were in our life in the first place? Why not make them look shitty and horrible so that we'll feel good with ourselves and that we made the right choice? Why would you allow the widow to dream about her beloved husband just so she'll wake up feeling a bigger void than before? Why would you let a father dream of his lost son when all it will do is make him hear the silence in his house ten times more? Does it really make sense?
And why would you project the everyday fear into an every night dream? A recurring dream were we walk with dread knowing something bad will happen but we don't know what? And then when we remember it is all too late? Why make me dream of wolves through most of my childhood? Why make my beloved dog turn into my enemy? Why make my family die? Why make me fight with my friends? Why do I regularly end up alone? Why make me wake up in shock every night for as many nights as you please? Why make me wake up with a smile only to realise it was just a dream? That that beautiful scene, those arms around my waist were all just figments of my imagination?
Why can't it be a simple dream? Why can't it be a silly cartoon? Or maybe the future as we want it to be? Or just a walkthrough the past? The good past not the bad past? Or why can't they just be black outs? If we need to dream then so be it but why must we remember it?
Oh brain you are a many splendid thing but tactful, that you are not.