Maybe when we close our eyes and drift off to sleep, sometimes our dreams aren’t dreams at all. Maybe our mind is cast off into another reality and we occupy another being’s thoughts and actions, sometimes only observing, other times living their story.
Maybe we live an entire life behind our closed eyes each night, nourishing the blooming worlds of our thoughts and dying a thousand times during the space of one moon. Perhaps our brain is a universe in itself, each dream enveloping an entire reality for mere seconds, then leaving and ceasing to exist.
Occasionally my brain will sprout blazingly vivid dreams and I will sleep for hours, devastatingly unaware of my waking world’s surroundings. This is abnormal because usually my sleep stays light and the hours slept few. One would be to think that if you slept for longer periods of time, you would wake up feeling refreshed and energized. However, the opposite is true when it comes to these vivid dreams. I wake up exhausted and drained, as if I hadn’t slept at all.
As if I were actually awake the entire time.
This has led my more irrational side to believe that occasionally I live the lives of a different realm. I am a water-bender, a sailor, a victim and a monk. A tree. The wind. A human. We all are.
Its not an idea the waking mind accepts, but its a nagging sense nonetheless. The same sense that fuels the desire to be more, for there to be more. More to all this, an “all this” without boundaries. We believe we know it all, or that we will soon know it all. We believe there is a finite amount of knowledge to obtain, and nothing past that. We believe in reality.
But maybe everything is reality.