It was after much persuasion that I have been able to bring myself back to writing. For some bizarre reasons the ideas in my head tangoed about quite a bit but never directed the body to putting them in ink. That's the way it becomes, every once in a while, I suppose. This post is about how deep the impact of the surroundings become on a mind that is clogged with too many thoughts and how mental stress triggers vivid dreams making unreal elements of a real life, the dream reality.
After having watched Mel Gibson's Apocalypto yet again, I rushed to hail the night cab and get back into the confines of home. I watched yet another movie (In Good Company) on my phone before I finally slept after daybreak. What followed was a crazy labyrinth of dreams that became impossible to follow the thread of once I woke up. The usual problem of being in a dream emerged. It was all too real and I spent quite a bit of my energy on living through it. The scene started somewhere in my old house, the one that keeps showing up, except that it did not have the usual inhabitants there. Instead I was attending to two children - a 12 or 13 year old girl and her little brother in the wake of their father's extremely serious health condition. I had some kind of a romantic association with him in the past but I did not seem to be very inclined towards seeing much of him through the dream. My attention remained on the two children and their welfare. I became very attached to the girl (which to me is natural) and I had to send them away to live with a relative of theirs so that I could nurse their father back to health. Their mother had died earlier and I had flashbacks of not having a very happy equation with the children at first. Yet, I became very close to the children while their father regained his health (or not).
It was right in the middle of this sequence that I was completely caught off-guard when a person I know in real life showed up.. He was also in very poor health and almost about to die. He seemed extremely malnourished and weak and had approached me for help. However, seeing me in that house with the family, he was extremely disappointed and vanished from the scene almost as quickly as he had arrived.
I don't think I saw the end of the story, if the man recovered and returned to his children or how the children managed without him. My dream ended when I paid a visit to the relative's house at which they were staying. It was all very familiar to me as if I had been there often and I walked to the children's bedroom after a little chat with the woman of the house. I left a few gifts, including a framed photograph of the their deceased mother, on their beds and turned around to leave the room. The dream ended there.
Not only does this dream smell strongly of emotions I experienced through Apocalypto, the sudden meeting with a friend who I would have normally reached out to but I do not in the dream have left a deep impact on my mind. I messaged my friend in the day to inquire about his health and thankfully he has responded with the promise of taking care of himself. For now, I must rest for the true meaning of this dream will no leave me until it is time for me to understand.
After having watched Mel Gibson's Apocalypto yet again, I rushed to hail the night cab and get back into the confines of home. I watched yet another movie (In Good Company) on my phone before I finally slept after daybreak. What followed was a crazy labyrinth of dreams that became impossible to follow the thread of once I woke up. The usual problem of being in a dream emerged. It was all too real and I spent quite a bit of my energy on living through it. The scene started somewhere in my old house, the one that keeps showing up, except that it did not have the usual inhabitants there. Instead I was attending to two children - a 12 or 13 year old girl and her little brother in the wake of their father's extremely serious health condition. I had some kind of a romantic association with him in the past but I did not seem to be very inclined towards seeing much of him through the dream. My attention remained on the two children and their welfare. I became very attached to the girl (which to me is natural) and I had to send them away to live with a relative of theirs so that I could nurse their father back to health. Their mother had died earlier and I had flashbacks of not having a very happy equation with the children at first. Yet, I became very close to the children while their father regained his health (or not).
It was right in the middle of this sequence that I was completely caught off-guard when a person I know in real life showed up.. He was also in very poor health and almost about to die. He seemed extremely malnourished and weak and had approached me for help. However, seeing me in that house with the family, he was extremely disappointed and vanished from the scene almost as quickly as he had arrived.
I don't think I saw the end of the story, if the man recovered and returned to his children or how the children managed without him. My dream ended when I paid a visit to the relative's house at which they were staying. It was all very familiar to me as if I had been there often and I walked to the children's bedroom after a little chat with the woman of the house. I left a few gifts, including a framed photograph of the their deceased mother, on their beds and turned around to leave the room. The dream ended there.
Not only does this dream smell strongly of emotions I experienced through Apocalypto, the sudden meeting with a friend who I would have normally reached out to but I do not in the dream have left a deep impact on my mind. I messaged my friend in the day to inquire about his health and thankfully he has responded with the promise of taking care of himself. For now, I must rest for the true meaning of this dream will no leave me until it is time for me to understand.
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