In dreams

We are all the same after birth. We cry, we laugh, we need parents’ comfort, we sleep and dream.

Our dreams are the ones that make us different, because of them we are who we are. Because of dreams we stand as unique individuals. Diversity of humanity is always a good thing, significant fragmentation of inherited and gained values.

Dreams are a fascinating intersection of biology, psychology, philosophy, even metaphysics and magic. Discovered in neurology, dreams serve vital mental functions. During sleep the brain decides what to keep from the day and what to discard. With this memory consolidation the brain is effectively cleaning the house.

In there, within dreams, lies the memory of our bloodline. we recollect the memories in our genes, the everlasting presence and birthright guidance of our fore fathers. In their hidden depths we sense the shape of things to come, we conceptualize our future. In dreams we shape our destiny. In our dreams, up there dwells the symbolic of our everyday experiences our daily emotions. Our goals, ambitions and passions originate in our dreams, being the drivers of creativity and purpose, a key to healthy, fulfilled life.

Within dreams, we consolidate memories, we solve problems, process lingering emotions and anxieties, explore unresolved states of the mind and the soul. Dreams are that esoteric region of our souls which are closest to magic. In this mystical realm of our inner being, reality is being transformed into fantasy.

Dreams are the uncharted territories of the human mind. Glorification of dreams carries freedom of expression and even greater necessity for life.

Restoration in dreams

Slowly he was losing his strength, he felt drained as if he had absorbed almost everything. Satiety which brought thoughts of fulfillment, not a single urge of consumerism left, total absence of greed. He had a story to tell, but no wish to interlace any word constructs. The inner storm of endless thoughts is passing by, in his condition of the psyche to endure the mind. He delayed the delay, starting to think of comfort.

His longing for thoughtless state had prevailed, thus opening a significant new meaning of the concept for nothingness. Rest... weakness had submitted the account to his muscles, hence expelling all thoughts from his head. Everything started to become blank, and his breath became ever so sweet. All bones were aching softly, and his muscles were soothing the dance. Unable to resist this seductive impulse, the comfort had bribed all his senses, and his body has already become a slave to all the beauties of the passing day.

He bowed down and succumbed to the embrace of the armchair which was offering a delightful haven to his fatigue, only to sail in his weights and submerge deep in his feelings. Just to feel and think of nothing, such an innocent condition, almost a forgotten blessing of his upbringing. Helpless from exhaustion he had done just that, he relaxed in the comfort of the shape of that artificial embrace which conquered him. Not thinking of its dreamlike origin which laid buried somewhere in the depths of his consciousnesses, only to let himself glide, like a finger on a young skin.

And in comes sleep, dreams like cinema.

To dream… it means to be alive, to be free.

Information tsunami

I read, think and speak for years by now. I have excess experience with friends, children, girls, boys, parents, people, students. Exchange of spoken words which become actions and start to move things altogether, all around. Vocal speech, body speech, brainstorming, mind melt, soul stutter; I observe and closely pay attention, I look at people and within them, so that I can understand them more clearly, eager to discover more.

Ideas which gain form, days and nights in an everlasting niche presented through people. And above all, plenty of voices to be heard, they come from the inside. A liquid process of spontaneity composing events with interesting dynamic, one that never leaves you bored.

It’s never quiet, at times I’m jealous of silence, for it can be kind as well, silence is also a form of communication. To be stranded on an ancient ruin somewhere faraway, surrounded only by endless view of a clear day and blue sea.

Actually, this is not my cup of tea, it wouldn’t work for me.

At times, I’m asking myself how it would look to have an empty head with not a single thought in it, origins of peaceful void.

From this imaginary tranquility of this restlessness I’ve come to enjoy so much I comfort myself with a smile on the face… I’m truly blessed to live this life.