Dreams

-

 Hi Friends!!! This is Ishaan and I am back with another post. Hope you all are doing well. So, today let's talk about Dreams. So first I would like to clarify that by saying dreams I mean both our ambitious dreams and the stupid ones we see at night. Dreams are a really important part of life. A heart without dreams is like a bird without feathers. You have to dream before your dreams come true(unless it's a nightmare then it is a different case). 

Dreams are an amalgamation of images, memories, emotional sensations, and other subconscious stimuli that human beings and certain other animals experience while asleep. While it’s possible to dream in other phases of sleep, the rapid eye movement or REM sleep stage is when you’re most likely to experience dreams.

The subconscious mind borrows from real-life experiences to construct these surreal and sleep-induced phenomena. Dreams sometimes form somewhat coherent narratives, but they also might feel more like completely random impressions in quick succession on occasion, too.

 The way I see it our dreams are like another dimension, where everything is real yet, it is all fake. Most of us just forget about our dreams after we wake up with the thought that "Oh! It was just a dream." At times dreams even leave us a bit disappointed. When you achieve something great or you get your dream job (or when the love of your life tells you that he/she like's you too)  and then you just wake up to realize you have been dreaming all this while and then you feel a little disappointed. However, instead of feeling sad about it, you should be motivated by such dreams to work hard and make these dreams into reality. After all, they do say that the distance between dreams and reality is action. But, I am not here to give a motivational speech so let's move on.

Now, I for one am, not a sleep lover. I do like a nap but only according to my proper sleep schedule. I do not sleep late and wake up late. However, I am very fond of the night. I mean it is so brilliant. The starry night, my soft bed, and my dreams. What could be better?

So, our dreams are a complete mixture of our life and a lot of fiction. Waking life experiences seep into your subconscious, laying the foundation for your future dreams. Dreams are like the door to my imagination because in my dreams anything and everything is possible. Our life affects our dreams. Suppose you hate clowns. So, clowns may trouble you in your nightmares. Let's take another example if you were thinking about someone almost the whole day or you spent a lot of time with someone on a day, you may see that person in your dreams. 

My dreams are mostly silly but that is why I like them. I have a good laugh if I think of them after waking up. Like that one dream where I was making lava in my kitchen and I ended up spilling it everywhere. Instead of being worried that everything was burning, I was more worried that I would have to clean the mess. Another dream was where I was running away from an old lady who was chasing me with a slipper in her hand. She wanted to beat me with it but I didn't even know why........... God, now that I think of it they were so stupid but still, they were fun. 

Lucid dreaming is cool if you ask me. For those who are not aware of the concept, Lucid dreams are when you know that you're dreaming while you're asleep. You're aware that the events flashing through your brain aren't happening. But the dream feels vivid and real. You may even be able to control how the action unfolds as if you're directing a movie in your sleep. Creative people are more likely to have a lucid dreams. On one side I think it is fun to be able to control your dreams but, it takes out the funny nonsense and also since you are aware that you are dreaming it doesn't feel the same as a normal dream. 

Here are some facts about dreams:

  • Dreams are more common in the morning.
  • Less stress leads to better dreams.
  • Memories inform your dreams.
  • Men and women dream differently.
  • Negative dreams are more common.
  • Part of your brain shuts down while you dream. 
  • While dreaming, you’re motionless.
  • You can take control of your dreams.
  • You are likely to forget most of your dreams. 

 I would like to end this post by saying that life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.

Do share your opinions by commenting. See you all in the next post. Until then, take care.

Bye!

Check out the previous posts:

Questions

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/02/lets-talk-questions.html

A Hint Of Mischief 

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/02/lets-talk-hint-of-mischief.html

Emotions and me

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2022/12/lets-talk-emotions.html

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Apple of My Eye

-
Image
  The apple in my hand doesn’t taste the same. It’s unevenly cut, the slices jagged and clumsy, nothing like the neat little crescents my mother used to place in front of me every morning before school. Back then, I never realized how much love was folded into something as simple as the way she held a knife. I just ate it and left. But now, as I sit at this unfamiliar desk in a room that still feels more like a borrowed corner of the world than a home, I realize I am missing the smallest things the most. Welcome back to another entry in this little corner of the internet, where I’m learning how distance reshapes love, memory, and the meaning of home. Sometimes it feels less like writing a blog and more like writing letters to myself—letters I wish someone had handed me when I first stepped away from everything familiar.  I miss the mornings when laughter would burst out of nowhere—my mum twirling to a song she loved, her smile brighter than any sunrise. I miss my dad’s silly j...
Read more

Sukoon

-
Image
This morning, I went for a jog just before sunrise. The air was cool, not cold—just enough to wake me up. The world was still quiet, half-asleep. No traffic, no rush, no noise—just the soft rhythm of my footsteps and the sky slowly catching fire with color. I paused for a moment near the end of my run, watching the sun rise behind the mountains. It wasn’t dramatic or movie-like. It was just... calm. Still. Honest. And in  that stillness, something inside me slowed down too... Hi Everyone!!! Hope you all are doing well. So, I’m back with another post—this one’s a little more reflective, a little more personal. Lately, I’ve been thinking about what peace really feels like, and I had a moment this morning that brought it all into focus. So, I decided to write about it. There’s a word in Urdu that I keep returning to— Sukoon . It’s not just “peace.” It’s deeper, softer, heavier in the best way. Any description of the word wouldn't do justice to it. After all, it is more of an idea tha...
Read more

Between Holding On & Letting Go

-
Image
I was walking home one evening, lost in thought, when a friend texted me out of the blue:   “How do you know when it’s worth reaching back out—and when it’s time to let go?”   It was a simple question, but it stirred something deeper in me. It took me back to a memory, one I hadn’t thought about in a while, of someone who used to be a constant in my life… until they weren’t. That night, I scrolled back through an old chat—the kind that’s been gathering dust at the bottom of my inbox. It was an old friend I used to talk to every single day. We knew everything about each other’s lives, from the trivial stuff like what we ate for lunch to the deep, soul-searching conversations that stretched into the late hours. I smiled at the old messages, but I couldn’t help noticing how the tone faded over time—how the paragraphs became sentences, and the sentences became a like on a story, or nothing at all. It wasn’t sudden. It never is. These things fade so gently that you hardly notice u...
Read more