Have you ever experienced the 'phasing-out' in class?- The one where, the mind struggles to stay in the physical dimension, but transcends into multiple dimensions of time and space? Shortly, have you ever noticed that you are day- dreaming? Dreams seem to be a dimension of life that we all like and we all find comfort in. Nothing bad seems to happen there. We are the heroes/heroines in every dream that hits us; Else we are the innocent victims; We are the caring/sad people deserving some care and love. Why should we live there? Why do we shun reality in dreams? Are we really what we dream about? It seems not- both from personal experience and from listening to dreams of others. I definitely do not want to discredit the value of dreams- I shall distinguish them as visions and dreams. Visions in my words shall be those that picture you accomplishing something in reality through logic and logic-filled methods. Dreams shall be the ones that are theatrical visions of yourself in situations that are untenable and unrealistic.
I wish I could call myself as one of those who believe in the here- and- now. Unfortunately, I am not. I find that dreams make me happy and make me smile lot more than the monotonous seconds that may or may not lead to an exciting second of a fast- paced, bone-chilling, blood-curdling action, which I would take in my stride. If I were the hero I dream I am, I would have conquered HIV ten times over, would have wooed any girl on the face of Earth, beaten up any guy who dared lay his eyes on my girl, would have been a muscular hunk and the brainiest Nobel- prize winner. Maybe these are all what I really want to be. I do not see them in my reality and so I dream up an alternate world where I am all these and more. Stephen Hawking is right- there are zillions of parallel universes- the ones in everyone's imagination. It seems to me that if it were not for the involuntary nature of our senses, we would be in a perpetual state of dreams- the parallel universe.
The voluntary state of your senses- This is probably what distinguishes a normal person from a mentally- affected person. To wish that you gain acute control over your senses would mean you could phase-in and phase-out of your universe at any second. To be in the state that we are currently in would mean that someone setting our pants on fire or just simply pinching us hard would return us to this mortal Earth. Well, to seriously consider it, it would probably bring back the mentally- affected too. However, if beauty and goodness is the characteristic of the dreams that the mentally-affected live in, I would very badly want to gain control over my senses.
I want to live in that world where everything is beautiful; where everything obeys my wish; where I am the master of minds and the slave of love; where I am the brawn of the civilization and the brain of the revolution; where I am the auditor and the earner and the payer; where I am the start of all good and the end of all bad; where I could instill fear and inspire respect; where mortals shall extol my virtues till the end of the universe.
In short, I want to be a mad person. I want to live in the realm of my dreams- the final refuge of one and all who have lived there.
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