Free your mind and the rest will follow. Let your spirit wonder and close your eyes. This is where the dreams come into effect. Life gets monotonous and serious, but ideas remain intangible truths waiting to come to fruition. Deny the voice inside, and it will come back to haunt your nightmares and give you hell until you pay attention to it. That’s the dark reality and enigmatic irony of dreamland. Don’t stop the visions from gracing your daydreams when you are awake, for they are deeper indicators of your most innate desires and hopes.
The alternate, (and most pertinent), definitions of a dream are as follows: 1. A succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep. 2. A vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie. 3. An aspiration; goal; aim. & Finally 4. Something of an unreal beauty, charm, or excellence.
I’m something of a hippie when I think of flow state dreams and aspirations beyond the normal. Perhaps I’m an optimist when it comes to reaching higher frequencies than this dimension; it’s why I believe in entities larger than me. And it’s part of what makes me, well, me. I want to see what I can’t see by feeling. Dreams help me do just that.
Dreams are a connection to something above ourselves. They are so powerful in telling us the visceral, the obstinate, and even the threshold of our pain. The definition says daydreams are voluntary, but I’d like to challenge that notion. What if they involuntarily arise in the form of flashbacks, and said flashbacks are an inevitable part of growth? What then do we do with the present, when the past is constantly lurking, waiting to be unfolded, unhatched, and dissected. How then do we patch the hole and complete the necessary framework to live in the present without holding back?
I have more questions than answers as to the power of the mind and all of its idiosyncrasies. It comes to me in fragments, as well as scattered, muddled moments in time. It feels like there are large portions of my life missing, all because I can’t put the puzzle pieces back together with my psyche in tact. It shakes me to my core that I may reach the end of my life without a single dream intact, all because I was jaded by the what-if’s and tricks my mind plays on me when I’m under duress.
Let’s come full circle for a moment and reflect on some of the other definitions. Dreamland can be a beautiful, charming, and excellent place after all, according to definition number four. It’s why so many have obsessed about the topic before our time. We can escape into its grasp without having to follow our conscious mind; however, it may take us to places we don’t want to face. The longer we avoid the problems of the day, the greater the struggle will be in dreamland. Some of it we can change, and others we can merely work on to lessen the blow of reality when we are awake.
If we fail to scratch the surface and see the frailty of our existence in our conscious life, our night visions will bring us right back to a place of destitution, solace, and conviction. No matter how many times we set the scene, our intuitive side will acquiesce and ascend our logical brain’s propensity to overthink. Our sheer existence makes our brains turn, simply because we cannot comprehend where we fit and how we got to this point. It’s a beauty in the blunder simulation; one that I’m quite well-versed in by now.
We are taught to deny ourselves, but what if the sum of that denial leads to greater pitfalls down the road? What are we to do when we look in the mirror, and we don’t even recognize ourselves? What happens when we disassociate our minds, spirits, and bodies into believing we are numb to all earthly experiences? The frustration mounts, yet the apathy keeps us from feeling our emotions and identifying their sources. So we continue to live in a comfortable, rhythmic progression of half-baked memories and broken realizations of a life we had once envisioned. Now our friendly flow state becomes enemy number one to our goals and dreams moving forward.
I could potentially philosophize about it all day, but I also am self-aware enough to know that the root of my restlessness can stem from unrealized goals and unfinished aspirations. If you think a writer doesn’t think of every possible scenario at all times, you are sorely mistaken. We are prepared for an emotional apocalypse with every breath we take. We are utterly fascinated yet overwhelmed by ideation 25/8. And the other portion of the time, we are creating scenarios in our head just to spice up the mundane parts of life.
My point is: Your dreams have meaning, both awake and asleep, and whether they are finished or merely particles waiting to take flight. Your life is waiting for you on either side of your consciousness. It’s arguably one of the most important parts of our development: To realize dreams and meet our needs. We tell children to dream big. Maybe it’s time we start capitalizing on that advice as adults. After all, the best kind of adults are the ones who conceptualize their dreams and keep them in their wheelhouse for realization later in life. Hang onto those visions for your life with the maturity of someone who has lived, yet the childhood imagination of possibility, and you are on your way to an aligned spirit and fruitful wellbeing.
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