I don’t usually write much about my dreams – partly because I think dreams are pretty much part of my life, and hence to a certain extent, private; and also, I wonder how many people would actually be interested in what I dreamt about.
I have been having quite a fair number of vivid dreams in the past couple of days, from fantasy watches, to more real-life settings. The one I had last night was pretty thought-provoking, at least to me; and besides waking up thinking that the mind is such a powerful tool, I thought it might one day make a good movie (script) too!
There was some preamble in the dream – and like most dreams, there was a bit of unreal and fantasy stuff thrown in every now and then, but in this dream, it wasn’t too distractive. After taking out all the funny bits that didn’t seem to contribute much to the main idea of the dream, I was at home minding my own business and was watching the television when power was suddenly cut off. After a short while, the TV came back on with news that there was an accident where a motorbike went from one side of a two-way carriage to the opposite side, and in the midst of it, damaging some electrical stuff (which could have accounted for the brief power shortage) and, erm, an ERP gantry (this was really random, but I thought it’s too funny to leave it out – just for laugh’s sake). The motorcyclist apparently flew from his bike on impact with the island (the road divider), headed skywards, hit the ERP gantry, and landed on the bonnet of a convertible, gold coloured car (probably a Beemer). The damage was quite extensive though, because the front window was smashed in between. There were, however, no reports about casualties.
Then I got cut into the next screen of my dream where I was on a bus going up to Genting Highlands, presumably to look for my parents. The bus ride itself and the walk through an eco-garden full of leaves and palm trees on red-bricked staircase was interesting, but I digress (like all dreams). I met my parents, had a meal (can’t remember what it was) and had a look at their room. My cousin was there as well, but I wasn’t sure if he was my cousin or brother in the dream. There was nothing really interesting about this part of the dream though, not until we turned on the TV and news of the accident came on. However, instead of the scene of the accident, the news showed the convertible that was involved in the accident (and how it is, ahem, held together by clear tape – pretty sure there were no cable ties involved), and I was commenting to my parents about why no one has claimed the car (I didn’t know what happened to the drivers or passengers).
The thing is, within the same moment, I had an “epiphany” in the dream. I started thinking, what if I was living an alternate reality. What if I was actually, somehow involved in the accident, but my mind was protecting me from the harsh reality of it by totally erasing everything that had happened in the accident and recreated a new set of memories so that I could move on with life as a normal person. What if, my parents in the dream weren’t actually there, but rather, they were caring relatives (or possibly, my cousin’s parents) who were looking after me? What if, I was already post-recovery from the accident, and had a concussion (I did have an accident and a concussion, in real life); and since concussions sometimes bring with it amnesia, what if the mind had recreated a set of memories for me so that I could move on, and not be in grief?
I then started thinking, in my dream, how powerful the mind is, in managing adversity. It could change a person’s perspective of things, and it could even cause biological (physiological) changes so that everything the body (or the person) experiences is coherent with whatever set of memories that the mind or the brain has created for that person; and just before I woke up, I thought to myself, what if I am actually living an alternate life this very moment, one that my brain has created for me in real life; and I woke up.
There were some random bits of stuff in the dream, like, going to a couple of other places, one of which involved a blue-coloured gate that was just over 2 meters tall, and I was trying to lock J (a friend I knew from my days of social media) out of the place, but anyone could just walk around the gate. The rest of the dream was a little fuzzy, but the crux of the dream was actually clear as clear coffee (yes, there is such a thing as clear coffee now – welcome to, erm, an actual, alternate reality).
I never quite got to find out what really happened in the dream – and if I was really living an alternative life in it; and I can’t really remember when the last time I had such vivid and thought-provoking dream was. I find it really interesting (in real life), and I thought it would be nice to write it down somewhere. I am not exactly the kind of person who keeps a dream diary, yet, at the same time, I thought that this dream was a little too movie-worthy (perhaps a “C-list kind of movie”) to let it pass 😛
Now that I am done writing about this dream, and that I am wide-awake, I think I should go do some reading; while at the same time, spend some time wondering if I am actually living in an alternate reality in real life 🙂