The Truth of Dreams
Dreams… What are they? When we remember one out of the millions we have, what does it mean?
Dreams are always truthful because they are always based upon some little seed planted in our mind from the various influences of the world. Sometimes dreams show our inner self: What we fear, What we hope, What is down there in the lightless bottom of our minds and souls which have not touched with the life of Consciousness but are the great rearing creatures in the Deep of the Unconscious.
A dream….
There I was in a ring of nine people whom I do not know, are like me-age, wisdom, and character-but they are not me, they were someone else. There we are in a ring, glancing around in a sandy field surrounded by towering grey buildings which were bland in creativity and architecture style. I felt my adrenaline kick in, the impeding sense of desolation and panic set in. I could feel my body quivering and tensing up as I sensed something was about to happen, something bad. I could feel something quivering in my closed hand, I glance down. In between the slips of my fingers were the slender fingers of another clutching my hand. My eyes travelled up taking in the glowing skin of her arms and the high cheek-bones and the sharp deep molten brown eyes. Immediately I was struck by realization, I knew her, she was important to me. I kept hold of her.
Our group of nine felt the tension rise up in the air. Each of our young faces were filled with fear and panic. Suddenly our group was in a disarray as three people suddenly ran into the monolithic grey building. All of us inherently knew we were going to die but we had to try hiding as we conjured up a glimmering hope of survival.
It was centuries time but only felt like second of time passed as our group of six roamed slowly across the sands of the field in the between the grey monstrosity of a building. Suddenly three of us-the girl who is holding my hand, me, and one other- had an urge to run into the building. We tore our way toward the building, run through the blazingly blank hallways, levels after levels we went. We were hit by instinct that we knew the three who ran into the building were dead. We ran and ran filled with boiling panic. On we went through the blurs of passages and hallways of blank stature and color.
Suddenly the third person of our group veered off to the left as the girl holding my hand and I went right. I felt right. Up the stairs we went and when we opened the next bland brown door… A flash of wind and stale air hit our faces. The air was searing hot but icy cold while the wind howled about like a banshee, we seemed unruffled by it. The sun glaring from the sky above gave the feeling of icy chillness even though it was bright as summer. We walked over the terrace over towards the railing. There below we could see the three still roaming across the sands of the field searching…searching for a place to hide.
With a heightening sense of panic and impeding doom we waited. And then we knew they were there. They appeared walking from around the side of the building, walking in a measured pace of confidence and arrogance. I could see them clearly, the nine who walked. The three who roamed down their stopped and hung their heads in dejection as the resigned themselves to their fate. Three people from the group of nine jumped quickly to their prey and slew them. They were dead.
All the nine looked up at us… They were us but older and more mature looking. They were here to kill us and take our place. I could see myself with my eyes gleaming ready for what was to come. They start running into the building one by one.
I knew it was time… What was I to do?
I looked at the girl next to me, the remembrance of the cheeks and tracing out her eyes with mine…
I knew I was going to fight back. I turned…..
I woke up. This is my dream. It took me a while to figure out what it meant because this dream some how made a lasting impression for me. Unlike the other dreams I have it some how stayed with me in my conscious mind unlike the others where they slip back in the depths of your unconsciousness.
I understood that I am afraid of losing myself by growing up in this world filled with so much of pain and sorrow and very little innocence or hope. The girl next to me I know her for lifetimes and more. I know who she is, she is the one who has always held me and she is my hope. I guess it is for her I fight to keep myself from growing into a greedy and selfish person in this world. As Everyone grows up it is that one thing that gives them hope to grow up but also care. If you lose that you lose yourself.
It is like asking a child in 1st or 2nd grade what he or she wants to become, he answers he wants to become a doctor or some other profession to help people. If you ask the same person again in 12th grade after they have finished their exams, he or she will say a doctor or any other profession but also say because they can earn a lot of money and buy a big house with it.
This shows that they have lost hope. Do not every lose the things which give you hope
~Sincerely, H3retic4l_Human
