Dreams.
Wednesday, August 9th, 2006I love to sleep. Everyone does…. almost, at least… "why Sleep? when you can do that when your dead..?"- from 007. To dream is to go to that place where you don’t have to think, only what you feel in that few hours you have only to yourself. To feel what you wanted that passed week. to feel what you want in the coming months.
When I was a kid and when I get sick, I dream of carrying this big boulder up on my shoulder over the desert sands. Kinda like prometheus minus the up and down. I guess it’s the burden of getting sick and subconciously knowing I still am going to school that morning (even if Im practically burning).
I also remembered before entering DLSU, I can remember dreaming about standing in line with my HS best friend at the regestrar’s office. How much I really wanted to enter DLSU back then. I actually didn’t apply to any other university. Too bad my best friend never made it.
Dreaming about making people sad as well (happens often). I can see myself doing something stupid and end up hurting them. I guess that is my fear.. hurting people.
Above all, I love to dream of flying… soaring. Leaving all my problems behind, you know? Flying so high, I can touch the stars. To zoom thru clouds and all that.
Then you wake up…. you leave your sanctuary and go back to the real world. Go back to your problems. You forget your dreams and forget what you want . you get up from bed and get back to that hollow shell we all live in. you stop and stop thinking about your needs and start thinking about what really is going on around you. What was rational is now irrational.
*sigh* I guess that’s enuf for tonight. I’ll keep on writing as long as you keep on reading them. ciao! ;P