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unknown ; unconscious

dreams...dreams....dreams... I am talking about those which you see with close eyes, which show you the other world, takes you into your unconscious and reveal to you the secrets hidden deep in your soul.

I am a dreamer. Both with open and close eyes. I can't stop dreaming and dreams can't help coming to me. Since childhood , I had been watching strange smoky dreams. The silly thing is , I still remember most of them, as if they have become a part of my reality, a part of my own being. I don't know whether they shaped me or I created them but they seem to me as real as real incidents can be.

After my last night dream, (early morning dream) it occurred to me to write a series on my dreams. To pen down, every detail and their probable meanings.  I like to interpret dreams. I might not be able to write them in their proper order, but anyway, they will help a lot to reveal what my unconscious is like - oh, don't mind if its too dirty or dark , I bet, yours is neither better. And to be honest, I am just f...... trying to be honest and gutsy.

So here is what I saw today early morning in my dream.

I saw him, he was there, it was some lady's house, I have forgotten most details, but every dream is focused on one prominent feeling, mood or idea. So the idea here was - I was going to get married to this guy. Now there is nothing strange if a girl sees a dream of getting married when she is really going to tie the knot soon. But I have an issue over here. This guy is an old friend, you know what I mean, once, long back, this guy had told me, I will marry you, and if you try to marry someone else, I will take you away from your Mandap.

Everyone told me , that this guy loved me madly. He says, he still does. And I get this dream often that I am getting married to him, though I don't want to in reality. To some extent, this dream scares me. And I don't interpret it or try to probe into its meaning because I am afraid to know my own unconscious urges. I don't know what I am hiding down there.... i really don't know. But I want to stop dreaming this.


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Vibhu VS said…
Today is reality. Life your life of today for a better tomorrow. Dreams may come and go but realistic never ever fades away :)

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