The Surreal Realm of My Dreams

Dreams are fascinating in so many ways. Even more so if they're vivid. They feel like borrowed hours in another mysterious world. Have you ever noticed that in those hours, we act with perfect instinct, completely true to our nature?

I’ve been a dreamer for as long as I can remember. Some dreams from many many years ago still live in me, clear and vivid.

I have written a horror story that was inspired by my dream. Strangely, my dreams generally fall in the genre of thrillers. If only I had the calibre to write a thriller. To my chagrin, I don't know what to write beyond a certain intriguing point where the suspense should actually build and then unravel. But clearly, out of my depth. But here's a post that I attempted. The Couple Outside the Door.

Recently, for reasons known only to my subconscious, I suddenly stopped having dreams, or I wouldn't remember a thing the moment I woke up, and I can't tell you how frustrating that had been. It felt like I had lost some kind of power. Sounds silly, but it's true. I would deliberately think of something, really hard, before going to sleep, willing a dream into being. But nothing came. 

Good news: my dreams have finally returned to me. And I’m happy wandering through the surreal realm of my dreams yet again.

Now I am chasing the almost impossible: lucid dreaming. It sounds too magical to be real. I can only imagine how it might feel in reality. 

P.S.: I watched Vanilla Sky recently. It was so mind-bending that it took me some time to register it.

This post is part of Blogchatter Half Marathon.