I had a dream last night and I woke up wondering what it meant. After a while, the idea stopped from being so important and by evening, I convinced myself it is pointless to look for a meaning in something so random. It is true, but only for the blind.
The mind is an amazing place where all our thoughts are born, raised and in the end abandoned for something better or worse. But, what was my dream about ? After a couple of days, I will probably forget some of the details, in a week I will have a rather vague ideea about it and in a year from now, I won’ t even remember that on a winter rainy night I had a dream like that. Don’ t our dreams deserve more than that, more than ignorance and oblivion ?
It seams to me that all dreams, whether they happen during the night or they occur during the afternoon, while looking at a cup of coffee, tell us stories about ourselves. Of course we can live without dreams, they are not made of water. But if you choose to abandon them, there might come a time when you won’ t be able to call them back, as they won’t be willing to recognize your voice anymore. What was my dream from last night ? Well, I dreamt I met a men with red hair and a piercing in his eyebrow. I didn’ t quite like him, and even though I didn’ t say anything, he told me that he knew what I thought about him. He also told me I was to quick in judging him and perhaps sometimes I should allow myself the time to actually know somebody before passing a judgement. I was ashamed for being exposed in such a manner, but I still didn’t like him. Then he took me to the most amazing place on the planet, a beach by a beautiful deep blue see, with palmtrees and colorful flowers, the accurate picture of a hidden paradise, and I felt as happy as one can only dream.
And I was almost ready to give up on this dream, because dreams are random. But so is happiness…