Dreams That Can Never Be Enough.

Disclaimer: Believe it or not but the below mentioned facts, along with the incident placed are real and no fiction is added or amended.

Dreams. 

Once I believed that dreams are the supernatural creation of God and everyone is not blessed with it but me or maybe some more people. There’s way we mean whenever we talk about dreams. Some people talk about dreams in words of ambitions and goals, while I am talking about dreams as a phenomenon.

A year back I was given this assignment to present on the topic of dreams. Though I thought it wasn’t much of an elaborated topic, I asked my instructor to reconsider the topic but she confined herself and stuck to her word. That day, I actually happened to research about this beautiful phenomenon, this law of nature, this spontaneous bit of pleasure where everything can be anything, where all you want is all you have, where this world is just a place and this life is just a piece, where all your thoughts become a reality. Not every dream actually gives you sense of felicity but grief too. Like watching a death of someone beloved or having met with some accident.

At times you must have realized that you jerk while sleeping, well those are called myclonic jerks. And when you see someone sleeping and their eyes blinking, you should know that they are dreaming.

I read about the phenomenon of Lucid dreams, these are the dreams in which you actually know that you are dreaming and hence, some people who are conscious enough to be able to not wake up knowing also that they are in a dream, are able to control whatever is happening in their dreams. I used to have lucid dreams, a lot of them, but every time I used to realize I was in a dream, I don’t know, my mind wasn’t bright enough to change anything and hence I used to forget that I was dreaming eventually. Last night though, it was different. I was standing in this room where from a distance I could see a door, an opened door, illuminating the room with the bright light. There were some people in my room that I didn’t recognize, but some way I just realized I was dreaming, and thank God, I didn’t forget it. I kept saying the myself like poem that i was dreaming so I won't forget as I started moving towards door. I knew who so ever I would call for, I would encounter. At reaching the door, I realized I was in this university from Karachi, that I probably have never been to before (but I have seen it in the pictures of my friends). So I went out, not forgetting it’s a dream and I can do whatever I want to, I started calling for a friend I really longed to see. While moving from road to another, I kept calling onto her, meanwhile I saw many projections of familiar faces but I knew if I’ll proceed, I’d forget about my dream, so I kept calling while roaming everywhere. And there, behind a branch of this huge tree, I saw her sitting in her yellow dress that is her profile picture on Facebook nowadays. I saw her and I ran to her. I knew she wasn’t real and this whole thing was just a dream, but I hugged her and cried all I wanted to. I cried because I don’t know, maybe it felt right. I cried because there were so many times, I wanted her to be with me but she wasn’t. I held onto her and kept weeping while she made no sound and stood still. And there, her mother showed up and she left. It was all so intense that I actually myself decided to wake up because she was gone. (The moment probably where I forgot I was dreaming, and I could still see her if I wanted to). And the other moment I woke up, and my face wall all blooded with tears and sweat.

And the moment was so impulsive that I just started weeping up to myself. It was the first time I actually had been smart enough to use dream as a medium to meet my loved ones who are far, far away. Sometimes you realize the worth of something, after losing it. And then you have nothing to do about it but just reviving old good memories with that precious "Something". I know, I probably don’t mean as much to her, as much she means to me. I know I shouldn’t be missing her this much, but you always have this friend in life with whom you can be all evil and witchy. She was that one.

Maybe I should be thankful to God for not only providing me with some extraordinary memories of a good friend but dreams too. In which I can meet her. And many others too, who I probably miss a lot.

Good times.

Have fun dreaming. :)