What is it with dreams? Surreal when we are in them, look real
but with an illusory softness about them. I saw you, looking at me, with your
bright and big eyes looking at me, holding my gaze, gripping my attention and I
looked at you; transfixed, mesmerized, engrossed, fascinated, listening to
every word you said, listening to it like some music and then I heard you
giggling.. It was a soft giggle, felt purple.. Maybe it was light pink.. But do
giggles have colors to it? Of course they do, one part of me replied while
other contested. And dreams are not something wherein you reason, that too
within yourself. And I realized, you were not giggling anymore, you were not
speaking anything either.. You were just looking at me, with your big, bright
and innocent eyes and then you smiled, your best smile and then I felt your
face fading away..
It’s not a good feeling to get up from a dream, especially the ones which have the surreal softness about them, more so when reality in life is just the opposite. You find yourself in a trans where a part of you wants to go back to that dream despite knowing it was just a dream, a broken one at that while other part of you struggles to understand the thing racing inside you which we call pulse rate which for sure has again gone high. So very next moment, you are back to your senses, completely awake, just like yesterday. You check the time and it reads 4:30 AM, just like yesterday and all the recent yesterdays. You try to sleep but find your mind starts doing the multi-threading, thinking about all the possible things under the sun at the same time. And you feel tired, drained and exhausted.
What is it with dreams? Especially the ones with the illusory softness.. Wish one could sleep without dreams, especially the surreal ones.. Wish one could sleep just for the sake of sleeping without being held into false and deceptive hopes and promises, for real life offers plenty of them already.. Wish at times one could just sleep because your brain needs it.. Wish one could just sleep..
It’s not a good feeling to get up from a dream, especially the ones which have the surreal softness about them, more so when reality in life is just the opposite. You find yourself in a trans where a part of you wants to go back to that dream despite knowing it was just a dream, a broken one at that while other part of you struggles to understand the thing racing inside you which we call pulse rate which for sure has again gone high. So very next moment, you are back to your senses, completely awake, just like yesterday. You check the time and it reads 4:30 AM, just like yesterday and all the recent yesterdays. You try to sleep but find your mind starts doing the multi-threading, thinking about all the possible things under the sun at the same time. And you feel tired, drained and exhausted.
What is it with dreams? Especially the ones with the illusory softness.. Wish one could sleep without dreams, especially the surreal ones.. Wish one could sleep just for the sake of sleeping without being held into false and deceptive hopes and promises, for real life offers plenty of them already.. Wish at times one could just sleep because your brain needs it.. Wish one could just sleep..
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