Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Lucid Dream: Dream the Lucidity




Bedar, the Watchman, caught Nasrudin prising open the window of his own bedroom from the outside, in the depths of night.
“What are you doing, Mulla? Locked out?”
“Hush! They say I walk in my sleep. I am trying to surprise myself and find out.”
 

Dreaming is more like world making than like letter writing. Why do we have to dream of something? is it important to have a vivid bound between dreams and reality? hahaha, let's ask Richard Sanderson who sang "Reality" in which said, "dreams are my reality. the only kind of real fantasy.."

And if, as we have seen, an uninterpreted dream isn't like an unopened letter, then what is it like? Having demolished a popular proverb, let us replace it with another, that seems to come closer to doing the dream justice: "an uninterpreted dream is like an uninterpreted poem".

Dreams have much more in common with poems than they do with letters. The word poem is derived from a Greek very meaning to create, and what's more to argue that the essence of dreaming is closer to creation than to communication. Are all poems equally worth interpreting? Are all poems equally coherent, effective, or worth reading? If you wrote a dozen poems a night every night of your life, what do you suppose you would find among your several hundred thousand poems. All masterpieces? Not likely. All trash? Not likely either. What you would expect is that among great piles of trivial doggerel, there would be a smaller pile of excellent poems, but no more than a handful or perfect masterpieces. When you have to do five or six shows every night, many of them are likely to lack inspiration. It is true that you can cultivate your dream life so that the time you spend there will grow more rewarding as the years pass. But why should you expect that every one of your dreams is worth taking the time to interpret? And yet, if a poem or a dream calls out to you to interpret it, by all means find out what it means. 

source: http://www.lucidity.com/

awkey, well then. i'll see you soon, mates! don't push yourself way too hard, or else limbo awaits! cheerio!


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