DREAM... A word which I used to love. An action which I always used to indulge in. Or at least, so I would like to believe. For me, dreams are REAL. I don’t see a difference between a dream and the reality. Dreams are just extensions of the so-called reality. Most of the times, you want your dreams to become real. And sometimes, never. I’d rather prefer to call the dream an imagination. For a piece of reality, there can be many ways in which it can be extended. I, personally, imagine or dream, all such possibilities. Hence, I “dream” a lot.
I was called a dreamer – a day dreamer. I was in fact happy about that. But, slowly and steadily, that impression on me changed from a dreamer to a rather impractical person. I believed it to be true. I believed that dreams and practicality do not exist together. And it is a contradiction that I’m a practical person, given that I’m already a dreamer and contradictions do not exist. I chose to believe that I am a dreamer. But, I started hating it when people stopped being close with me citing my impractical nature as one of the many reasons. I started hating myself whenever I dreamt. But, I didn’t realize that I work very hard to make those dreams real, and sometimes not to make them real. I didn’t realize that I was a practical dreamer, and that is NOT a contradiction. As Gandhi said, “I am, indeed, a practical dreamer. My dreams are not airy nothings. I want to convert my dreams into realities, as far as possible.” I did not realize that dreams, as they are called, are nothing but an intricate work of my mind. It was my creative and imaginative brain working its way out to make the so-called reality more beautiful. And I was working to make those dreams come true. Which part of it is impractical? Which part of it describes me as hence, weak?
But, recently when I stopped “dreaming” and started being “practical”, I had a thought. A thought, when thought upon, became philosophical and I had to stop thinking. (Philosophy is not a subject I’d really want to go into now). The thought was “WHAT IF THE PERCEIVED REALITY IS ACTUALLY A DREAM? What is everything we see, we do is what we are and what we want to be in the dream? What if this is a very long dream which we are unable to shut down? How can you be sure of what is real? How can you prove it? Should you go along with everyone and call it a reality? I’d like to call this state as an alternate “dream” world, something like, an alternate reality. Food for some thought..!! A real dream or a dreamy reality??
Disclaimer: - I haven’t watched the movie INCEPTION by the time I completed this post. This post is a thought which I got long before I even knew that such movie exists.
P.S: For those who don’t mind getting a little philosophical, the thought actually went on like this. It is said that life is the time your eyes are open and death is when they are closed. What is it is the opposite of that? You are asleep and your dream called life starts. You end the dream by opening your eyes. But, I don’t think I’d really like to believe that I’m asleep when I’m living my life. So, does everyone!!
P.S. 2: I am a Piscean. And Pisceans are “supposed” to be day dreamers. Hence, the post..!! :P ;) :D
