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.
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