What are dreams? Dreams are just our minds working overtime when we are sleeping? A manifestation of our inner conflicts? A release from stress? Just a state of hallucination? I sometimes wonder what would go through my mind if I were to take ‘magic mushrooms’ or hallucination-inducing drugs.
Well, last night I had a weird dream. I was in a strange place. Time and period uncertain. There was a lady there with ‘arresting’ eyes. She wasn’t particularly beautiful nor was she young. But I kept stealing glances at her. When she moved away from the scene, I followed after her. She knew it. She was leading me somewhere. I was like a lamb to the slaughter. Willingly.
There was no grass or flowers or trees or color of any sort. The terrain was flat and stretched endlessly. The skies bleak nothingness. No signs of life. I kept doggedly following her. It was like the transient period between dusk and night. A heavy sense of nothingness hung in the air. A sense of ‘no heat’ in the surroundings. I shivered and pressed my arms against my chest. I realized I had no clothes on. I pressed forward with increasing urgency.
I heard my dad’s voice. He had left us a decade ago. The shock of hearing his voice stumped me. He asked me why I had not gone home. When the realization I was hearing a dead man hit me, I woke up.
I think I must be going bonkers. Mind going flaccid. What are the kind of dreams that you have? What do you think the dream means? The voice of my dad was very real. It is not the first time I have had this kind of dream. Just a different variation.
It was about 0445. Mrs BB was still sleeping softly. I went to have a look at Benghui. As usual off the mattress and on the floor. Still in one piece. The neighbour’s chickens were making a racket and my dog was barking at the newspaper delivery man. I thank God I have another day to live.
Another long day ahead.
today.
