- If everything I thought was real, was just a dream. And every dream was in fact not a dream but real?.
I had this dream, and it felt
so real. Almost like I was lying in a coma and falling in and out of sleep.
I remember taking the bus home, I was alone in the bus. And the scenery around me was similar to the bus route I take almost every day. Now this is what happened next, the bus is getting out of control and driving too fast. I start to think about the fact that I may die in my dream, so I get these flashes of memories running through my mind. At the same time the bus drives out of the road, and everything moves in slow-motion as the bus is in the air towards the field underneath me. I remember that I need to move my body in the right positions as I am getting closer and closer to crashing on the ground inside the bus. Not to get injured too badly.
As I lay there, everything slowly turns black. And it gets really dark.
- What strikes me is that usually I wake up when something like this happens to me, but this dream was different.
I felt the darkness for a bit, until I felt a striking of pain throughout my limbs.
My eyes opens up and I spot a person in front of me. I look to the sides and I appear to be in a hospital bed with wires around me. I get to look myself in the mirror and my body is covered with stitches and bruises. I’ve got a black eye, and a distinguished scar on my forehead.
All of a sudden the nurse comes along and tells me I have been lying in the hospital for months. I was injured from the bus- accident. I look in the newspaper and there I am, ” 21 year old girl, still critically injured”.
When she told me, I remembered some memories from the life that is, and still are very real to me. The life where I am sitting on my bed writing everything down from this dream I was dreaming as we speak. It may sound strange but in a way I managed to create a direct link from my dream to reality.
It is nothing new that I have managed to gain quite a lot of control of my dreaming, so therefore it is always harder for me to separate from when I am dreaming. Sometimes they feel so real, I swear I could live two separate lives. But which one of them is real?
Back to the story; Some how I was convinced that I actually was injured, and when I woke up I could feel everything just hurt. The question now were, was I still dreaming?
Would I call this a nightmare? – No. No matter how weird it sounds, I was so fascinated about every aspect of my dream. It felt like I could control everything that happened to me, and I also thought a lot while I was dreaming. Everything was so extremely vivid, and the fact that I could say that my current life did not exist, it was only a dream, in my dream! About my “real” life that is.
So that’s why I wonder, what is real and what is a dream? One of the many unanswered questions of life, that every person has thought of and the philosophers has studied for thousands of years.
Deep shit today people, enjoy!