Dreams are angels.

Yes, they have the power to make you experience the bests and worsts of your life at the same time. Indeed, we experience the dreams, not just see them. How else can you explain your turning, jumping, twisting, crawling, growling in the sleep? We are experiencing the event, the dream. I have woken up amid hundreds of nights thanking god for turning whatever I had just experienced into a dream. And then there were those nights when I just put myself to sleep again, to experience what remained incomplete, unexperienced.

Dreams are mutable portkeys.

I feel I change lives in dreams. Butterfly effect you can say. But there one can decide if he wants to change his life. Here I don’t. It all depends on my other self, the dreaming threaded me. If he wants me there, I go. Otherwise I just lay here, wake up and carry on with my life.

Details. Two threads, if dreaming together, show how the life each is experiencing. We exchange both the positives and negatives. Yes, if you notice, each dream comprises of both goods and bads. We experience some scenes of that life, both those that have already happened and those yet to happen. Yucks and Wows.

If both agree to switch, we switch.

Now this concept can explain a lot of usualities. Take Deja Vu. Yes indeed it is that ‘yet-to-happen’ scene of the life. We experienced it in the dream before we made the shift. Those jerky wake ups. May be the other self just slapped me for spending such sucking life. Or may be I did it to him for his sucking life. Roaming with unknowns? Yes, you don’t after all expect two me’s having the same set of friends, acquaintances. Those long nights? They can be the result of just an out-of-sync threads. Same goes for the short nights.

I will stop. Remove your thinking caps and plunge into the dreamland with a view on subject. You might find quite a few interesting answers.

Anyway back to my dream I dreamed yesterday. I dreamed I was a singer, I was singing well. Audience were happy. I saw my struggle. I saw my first assignment. I was watching myself happy. I watched all the happy me’s. Nothing bad. No yucks. And suddenly it went blank. I don’t remember any night when this happened. The dreams changed. The places changed. I woke up suddenly. But it never happened that the complete dream turned blank, with me facing eternity full of whiteness.

Puzzled, I lay there, closed eyed and open minded, waiting for something to happen. But all in vain. Blank. Whiteness everywhere. Finally I woke up and tottered my way along to my life… With mind full of questions. Unanswered question.