So, my midday nap got burst into flames at some crushing sound in my room and the next thing I recall is that I am being thrown out of the spell of the millennium. An outer presence disowned me of my maternal rights and exposed me to the rugged duplication. And the tricky part is that I don’t even remember what I was dreaming about. The dream left its dwindling traces on my conscience. Yet there is no database to cross-reference it. A floating motion picture simply got wiped out in one flutter of the eyelids and left me with an uneasy feeling that kept drowning in the puddle of uncertainty all day long. This is one of those unearthly moments when you know you’ve been blessed yet you don’t know what the blessing is all about. Eerie reality interfacing with the parallel universe. The feeling reigns in your veins like a baby coming out of his mother’s womb for the very first time and the baby will forget in that instant the way a sudden flash of light made him frown. The experience recedes from other experiences.
Generally, I remember most of my dreams which gives me inexpiable excuse to waste my thoughts on analysing them. I’m not a psychoanalyst. I have my own way of looking at things, especially when it comes to illusions. What if I wake up someday and realize that life has been one hell of a dream? A roller-coaster that moved its weight, mass, bones up and down and suddenly dissipated into the madness of an unbidden whirlwind. Yet the sound, the touch on my right hand, the palpitation of the breaths felt so close to sanity! It’s so hard to bring back something that never really existed.
Yet I had to land on the insipid replica of the vacuum clothed in realism.