if you haven't seen any of these movies, you should immediately stop reading my blog and take yourself to either the nearest Redbox or the nearest movie theater and get to watching(cause you are missing out)
if you have seen at least one of these...read on, but please make sure you go see the others.
lately i have been pondering the thought of where reality ends and dreaming begins. if i sit here and write in reality, what defines this? is it because i can feel my fingers on the keyboard, or because i can feel my body in this chair as i type? couldn't i be doing those things...couldn't i perceive those same feelings in a dream? what are the advantages of existing in one instead of the other?
trouble is...i am not sure anymore that the two are different. i think i have come to decide that a dream is simply an extension of my life. a way for me to live in a way that i cannot fully exist "during the day" or in what you might call, reality. now sure, i dont actually know brad pitt, so his appearance in my dream is a bit concerning (just kidding, i never dream about brad pitt) but maybe it isn't the brad pitt of our reality. what are those people doing there? what am i doing there? are they laying in the bed or on their couch dreaming that same dream? are they living in the same extension of life? i mean...think about it. those people you "dream" of must exist in some place on this earth. isn't it possible that they are actively "dreaming" the same dream you are? whether you know who they are, or they know who you are...do we exist there together? and if so...isn't there, then, some significance to that place, to that moment, that we are meant to carry with us back to "reality". Are the feelings we feel there, experience there, any less real than if i were to pinch my arm right now. Isn't that pain the same no matter where you feel it?
I'm not saying that we should go around living in our dreams...perhaps what im saying is that...we already do. how do you explain that "deja-vu" moment? you know, where you are like...holy crap, i have SO been here before. for those that don't believe in multiple lifetimes, there would be no other explanation except that we have in fact lived that very moment before on some level of consciousness. does it play out the same? i can't remember. its fuzzy. but i know i was here before.
when we are young and we think of dreams, we think of unicorns and fairy dust and white fluffy clouds. as adults we know that dreams are not always these ethereal visions of heaven and teddy bears, but instead they deal with real people, situations, scary things, and yes, still, sometimes unicorns. perhaps those are moments when we are able to be outside of ourselves to learn from another perspective. to see things from another angle. perhaps it is our chance to see how something plays out so that when we see it again in "reality" we know how to proceed forward.
i dont have a lot of answers, instead, just many questions. but what i do know is this. i dont know where reality stops and dreaming begins...and i think i sort of prefer it that way...
dream on, friends.
aformerblonde
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