Writing Exercise 023

It's time for my writing exercise again. :D
This week the topic is dreams. And dream I do. So this exercise is a little different from the others. Enjoy nevertheless. :)

2016/05/17 – dreams

How often have I wondered about the dreams I've had – about the meanings and reasons for the things my subconscious makes up. How often have I dreamed strange things without ever questioning them while dreaming. How often have I not realized I was dreaming in the first place then.

When for the first time I finally did realize the dream collapsed like a house of cards and I woke up. That singular night I managed to lucidly dream every time I fell asleep, and again and again the dreams would collapse and wake me up once I noticed it wasn't real. It was the first and last time I ever had lucid dreams. I was over the moon.

However, despite not knowing I'm dreaming while I dream, I'm able to control my dreams – even though my control has limits. You see, when I wake up before my alarm clock blares away and I don't like the ending of my dream I sometimes can rewind the dream. Just like a video. When my rewind limit is reached and I fall asleep again I then may redream from that point in time and change the ending altogether. Which is rather cool. Of course this only works if I have the time to keep dreaming. I use this 'skill' whenever possible because I mostly don't like the outcome of a dream.

Then there are recurring dreams and 'to be continued'-dreams. Both are not uncommon to me. Some of them have been with me since I was a kid, others are newer. And a lot of them have something in common: they inspire me to write the things you now get to see. As I dream my mind makes up splendid worlds and interesting people; and these worlds grow into a vast universe, a universe that feels so real and is full of wonder and magic, a universe that won't leave me alone for about two decades by now; yet it's a universe that has never been. So I call it Neverbeen Universe. And its stories want to be told so badly. Finally I give and do just that; my body feels like but a vessel, a mere tool to bring Neverbeen Universe to life and share its existence with you.

It makes me wonder if someone else might have the same dreams I do; if dreams are but a method of this Neverbeen Universe to communicate with ours – through me. I don't feel special because of this; instead I am humbled facing this unfathomable, most splendid and rich universe and its unique inhabitants; I feel tiny the way I feel tiny and insignificant when stargazing. And yet it seems to me as if I was part of it all. As if dreams were a window to a whole new horizon, a parallel world as vast as the mind allows it. Which is basically limitless.

And even though I seldom like the outcome of a dream, I really enjoy the time I can spend with my Neverbeen Universe; I enjoy dreaming even if it kills me – only in my dreams, of course.