Trust me the next time you hear anyone out there shouting that the dream they saw last night was really weird, you are not going to laugh at it. Chances are that one might want to reconsider the visuals one saw wasn’t exactly a dream, if it actually unfolds before one’s eyes in reality. For dreams to turn into reality we have a phrase called “Dream come true”, well think again what if the dream you are actually seeing is a nightmare. Lets make it simple, i claim a fact that i have seen a dream, a dream which seemed as close to reality as it gets, the worst part was the dream culminated into a deja vu experience for me the other day. Exactly the way i had sensed in my dreams at different stages of my sleep.
Well, not exactly something a bit of concern, as it could be a clear co-incidence. To my utter disbelief, what i claimed was my dream playing itself in reality was actually yet another dream. Things could get a bit complicated before i went to someone whom i knew was studying oneirology. She was a good friend of mine, and for cavemen’s the one who studies oneirology is infact undergoing the route of the scientific study for dreams. She infact could have the possible answer to what exactly could have been my dilemma, as she had a habit of maintaining a dream journal. I mostly kinda used to find her weird, until i realized that it was her who could help me deal with my dreams. She had once insisted me to volunteer her to maintain a dream journal with her so that she could do some kind of experimentation with both our dreams put together, that thought completely freaked me out and we never saw each other after that.
It must have been seven years after that, and it was today that i went to her place. I realized she had now become a clinical psychologist, i wonder if she might be still the same nerdy girl i knew seven years back(not that i exactly knew her, because i hardly have any memories of her). Well to my surprise, she turned out to be quite a gorgeous girl now, with her long black hair tied in a bun. Her features were soft and feminine, and the most amazing thing was she looked brilliant even without the slightest hint of make-up on her face. Okay as far as the changes in her were concerned, her braces were out(i remember i guess she had braces), her cute smile actually made it clear. She had black framed spectacles on, that kind of perfectly suited her face and gave her quite a professional look at the same time made her elegant and upto some extent sexy. I soon found myself at a loss of words and was just drooling at her. She sat besides me and as she parted her lips to speak, i waited in anticipation what would she do next. That was when she said, “Changed your mind about the dream experiment?”
I was silent for a while and my mind raced in its reverse mode and i could see myself in a spot where i was seven years back, it felt i just completed a cycle and reaturned back to where i left from. This time with no further thoughts my answer was “Yes, i am up for it, only if it promises to minimalize the differences between us, as for my dreams are concerned i guess no one better than you can figure that out”. As soon as i agreed for that experiment, she handed me a journal and told me to write down my dreams in it, i asked her the significance of the entire thing to which she said, “Dream journals are often kept by lucid dreamers. Writing down dreams increases what is called “dream recall” or, the ability to remember dreams. When writing down dreams the dreamer often searches for dream signs. Dream signs are reoccurring themes that can be detected between dreams. Dream recall can vary from day to day but keeping a journal tends to regulate waking dream memory”.
Getting myself acquainted with something of this magnitude was already making me curious to know how exactly i could achieve that. I guess she was smart enough to sense what the perplexed look on my face was going to ask her next, she continued, “It is important to record the dreams in the journal immediately after waking up, as individuals forget the details of their dreams very quickly after waking up. Writing the next day’s date in the dream journal asserts a conscious thought to remember dreams which communicates intention to subconscious mind. Subconscious mind then responds by fulfilling that desire. This mental action causes the conscious and subconscious minds to work together toward the common goal of remembering the dream”. The entire thing sounded interesting but at the same time gave me the creeps. There was a certain quality to her voice that made me comfortable and put me at ease with her. I was more than willing to try out what she told to me, if it could end my stint with nightmares and turn them into sweet dreams, with maybe her featuring in them.
I went back home, the entire time i was aware i had to write down my dreams the next day. I went to sleep that night, my dream initiated, i saw myself a few years younger from what i am now. I am trying to think of something, my eyes are pressed against each other. It seemed i was trying to focus hard on something, what could it be, then i saw a tear rolling down my cheeks. I thought about the memories back at that time, what possibly could have made me cry, and by the look of it, it seemed i was badly hurt. Soon i saw myself taking an extreme decision, that was when i saw that i insulted someone before everyone and soon felt a strange sense of pride that comes along with an attitude and somewhat i recalled a sense of belonging. I saw the girl whom i insulted cry infront of me, as if she didn’expected it from me. She was left heart broken and shattered. Hard to believe i did something like that, but this was what was happening as my dream proceeded. I found out that by doing this stupid act, i actually felt good. My friends were cheering me as well. Well, it all went into my dream journal, the next morning without fail.
As i had written them down, i started reflecting upon my dream. I realized it wasn’t a dream after all, it was a memory, a memory dated seven years back. The time when i was in high school. I slowly started getting back in time to that moment to see what i had actually done, that was when i realized it was the same girl Rachel, the one whom i used to like a lot, despite everyone calling her weird. Nobody in the entire school talked to her, it wasn’t like she was totally unattractive or something, she was different from the other girls, and i liked spending my time with her, she was extremely good at studies, and never paid attention to what more than half the girls her age would normally take care of–their looks. She was one of the most nicest person i had ever met, only thing nobody understood her well. She wore big rounded spectacles and braces on her teeth and never had many friends. She was okay with the way she was. I mean i always knew a thing that if Rachel wanted she could have become the most sexiest girl on the campus, all she needed was a change of attitude and also a wardrobe, but what i realized was she ever needed them to prove what she is.
So it turned out that my growing friendship with Rachel was seen as a gesture of something weird by my friends, and they all wanted me to stop talking to her as it made me look weird as well. Giving in to the pressure from my friends i had to prove to my friends that i was one of ‘THEM’ and not like Rachel, so one day, in the college when Rachel came calling me, i insulted her in front of everyone and told her not to meet me again. This was something i always regretted doing and somehow the incident struck to me like an arrow in my chest(i’d say the left one, because that is where my heart is). My friends were happy and so was i to get back with them and enjoy the rest of my college days. Due to a matter of guilt i could never face Rachel again. As i learnt about the incident i started crying that how stupid i was, to not see the real beauty and did something terrible like that, i could still see Rachel crying in my dreams. After i completed writing my dreams, i made up my mind that all i now wanted was to be with Rachel and as my session with my Psychologist gets over i am going to find her and be accept her the way she might be today, and proudly flaunt her to my friends.
That kinda gave me a smile, and i went to the psychologist girl. She read the diary and heard my story and at the end of which she said, “So do you think you found the solution?” I said, “Yes, i found it, it is Rachel, i had always loved her, and what i did i shouldn’t have done that”. Well the Dr. said, “Since you found your solution, i guess you should find a way to her now?” To which i said, “I probably do not know where she might be now and if she would take me in her life”.
“Well, i know where she stays, co-incidentally the Rachel you are talking about is a friend of mine, here’s her address, she will be home this evening surprise her” said the Dr. I jumped to my feet listening that, “I said will you come with me too, i guess i owe you as well, it was because of you i have found her, and you have helped me”. She said “Sure meet me at my clinic at 7 in the evening”. No one could actually have any idea about how happy i was at that moment. The wait seemed to get the best out of me, with each passing moment i was turning restless and looked at my clock every 5 minutes to ensure the time. I arrived at the clinic half an hour ago, my Dr. spotted me out there she was astonished to see the excitement on my face. Though we started after she finished her work at 7, i never complained. On our way she asked me, “Well what if she is still the same or maybe even worse now, would you still accept her?” Well Dr. you don’t have an idea that since she wasn’t in my life, you know my life was a nighmare, i see her as someone whom i can totally be myself with”. “But that was seven years ago, do you still think what happened, a sorry is good enough”. “Well you see Dr. i would do anything to make her feel alright and i mean it”.
“Well i am her friend you can prove that to me, if i am convinced, Rachel will have no objections as well”. “Okay then, what is it you want me to do”. “I want you to make your dream come true, can you do that? i want you to act exactly the way you should have actually acted when you insulted me before your friends, i want you to be just the way you were when you were with me, when nobody understood me well, i want you the way you were seven years back with, i want your feelings for me to be natural, i always knew you would come, but seven years is quite a long time, it still feels like a dream, and now i want you to make my dream true”.
For a moment i felt i had left my body and was roaming free as a spirit out of any bonds that i might have been, could this be actually the girl i was looking for, yes indeed, i then remembered i had never taken note of her name, She was indeed Rachel, who else could she be. From the moment i saw her i felt that i knew her so well. I did not have any words, i dropped to my knees and surrendered myself to her, “i just know one thing, you maybe good at understanding dreams, Rachel but i just conquered one of them today, I Love You”. “I love you too”.
That was when i realized sharing dreams helps to achieve your dream even more better. So one might not maintain a dream journal, but remember those special dreams you get those might be the signs it wants you to decipher to actually make your dreams come true!
So dare to Dream!!!!!!