Dreeaaming?

Dreams are odd.
Odd is an understatement.
Dreams are total mindf*cks!!

Okay, so as you know I am a total whore for philosophy and the hamster powering my mind is high on proplus. So... what if dreams are simply another reality? Or maybe the dreamworld is reality and vica versa?

Ha. Now you're thinking.

Well, I'm going to tell you about a dream I vividly remember from the other night...

We were going to the theatre. Not sure what we planned on going to see but I was certain that it was something fancy because we were all swamped in fancy threads. Initially, there were three of us; W, S and myself. This merry trio were happily stepping in time down a narrow Venetian street with assymetric paving slabs, Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmscrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech!!!!
It's J, someone who I have never really spoken to. Someone who I don't care for, but see most day in my geek classes.
J declares undying love and compassion for W, eyes alight with the burning flame of romance.
W is totally bemused and ambles over to me. Tbh, W thought J was a homo. For some reason, S is riddled with jealousy.

And then...

I suddenly feel incredibly self concious. I scanned the area, desperate for some kind of scarf or covering. R has appeared by my side, her face decorated in moustache, beard, monobrow and spectacles identical to how S and I once drew on her at a sleepover. A flash of inspiration! I peel off Rs monobrow and plaster it to my own forehead... in order to cover up the line of nine protruding eyeballs! Was I the only person who thought this to be obscure? Everyone was laughing at some unknown joke. We all clamber into the back of Js iddy biddy automobile. Nobody's at the wheel, but it didn't seem to matter.

All of a sudden we are at a showcase cinema. We buy our tickets in a vaguely conventional manner and then take our places in the ampitheatre....

~##~~Blurry blurry fuzz fuzz!!!!~~##~

Oh my God I had a monobrow! No, wait, Oh MY GOD I had nine eyeballs on my forehead!! OMFG J was hitting on W!!!

In real life, none of this could EVER happen. Of course, that is only if we are living in what we presume to be reality. What I'm writing here could simply be a figment of either your overactive sleeping imagination or mine!

So, if dreams are reality, then does it matter what you say or do when you are awake?
Wouldn't it be so nice never to worry about anything you do because you know it's not real?
You would be happier.
I think.
But then, I'm kind of disturbed by 'reality' if it involves 9 protuding eyeballs on my fod...

It was nice musing with you!


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