I have always been haunted by this illusion that everything we dream of in our life, even if it never came true, it stays there forever at that moment in time when we have dreamed, trapped in the time continuum in some kind of ethereal world or dimension, we just leave it behind us and go forward on our way. I imagine it as a beam of light breaking the darkness of a long corridor, then you look at the corridor from the other side and see so many dust particles shining and floating within this beam like they are trapped inside... the corridor is life, the beam is our way in life and the dust particles are the dreams we leave behind... they mark the tracks where we have walked…..
I cannot imagine that dreams are just brain chemistry, just biological data stored in our brains on some complex protein molecule, they just lie there inside this brain cell, and vanish the moment this cell dies….. dreams, these mysterious and beautiful entities that feel for a while like a living creature within our souls, they cannot be such a plain material fact, we ourselves we cannot be just a group of cells that live a biological cycle according to a predetermined genetic material, then just “go”….. Life cannot be so meaningless and aimless, just a transient existence of a biological entity in the time-space continuum that just come to an end regardless of what took place, regardless of what this person did in his/her lifetime… if it was like that, then there is no point from anything we do except temporary enjoyment…. Life then would be so ugly and unbearable….
There must be a meaning for everything that happen to us and everything we do…. The universe around us speak for itself with its spectacular equilibrium and engineering, our existence can’t be as well a random coincidence…
Dreams must be there waiting for us, forever….. We live them again and again in our life time when we day dream, then we die, and carry with us all our thoughts, emotions and memories… all the dreams, all the moments of joy and all the sad ones… all our choices that marked our way in life….. All these things displayed like a motion picture along that part of the time-space continuum that we were in….. Just staying there as single consecutive frames, for eternity… marking the sparkle of our existence in the grand life of this universe…. And dreams mark the most ethereal part of this motion picture and the closest to our hearts and deepest within our souls, they embrace our hopes and flourish with our joyful moments…. They are a part of who we are… they are the dust that fall off our souls along the way…. Like the cosmic dust, that gives birth to galaxies and stars… and keep glowing like it will never end…..
