Ever wake up from a dream and feel that the dream was more real than real life.
I do. All the time. In fact, there was a period in my life when I was convinced (or I hoped) that my dreams were my real life and my waking life was my dream life, or more precisely my nightmare life.
“I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me.” ― Jarod Kintz
Sometimes my dreams make more sense than what is happening in my waking life.
I had a dream, which I call Apple Green Shoes, because the main character wore apple green high heels.
Apple Green Shoes girl was the owner of a song, on CD, which was the antidote to all pop music.
In the dream world, pop music was used to hypnotise the masses, to keep us all in a state of relative calm, stable, safety-oriented, believing that there was such a thing as normal life. Encouraging us to strive to live it and be normal, or at least as normal as we could pretend to be, because this was the thing to do and everyone was doing it, and it might lead to happiness.
It was a conspiracy of sorts, but not the evil mastermind kind of conspiracy, just a couple of people who had realised that humans were a volatile race, and that the best way to stop us from killing each other in one big blood lust fest was to lull us into a state of relative calm. Hide the chaos with a veneer of order. Pop music became the way to do this.
Pop music was then distributed into all other media to be sure that it reached as many ears as possible. It became embedded in advertising, films, the news, shops, the workplace, elevators, the street, and anywhere, everywhere else, and thus embedded in our psyche whether we wanted to hear it or not.
Because not everyone listens to pop music, or music at all in some cases, but it was not about reaching every ear on every human alive, just about getting at a majority, and through that majority influencing the rest to keep calm.
For some reason Apple Green Shoes girl was out to wreck the calm and liberate everyone from the hypnosis.
She was being hunted by those who wanted to maintain the status quo. They didn’t want to kill her, just stop her from doing what she wanted to do, destroy her song and CD, because once she played it to an audience they believed all hell would break loose upon the world.
My part as the dreamer was just to watch the whole story, and not participate. Which was odd. I am usually very active in my dreams, sometimes to the point of waking up completely exhausted. So to be an bystander in my own dream was surreal.
At some point my cat tapped my face with a soft paw and woke me up. That’s my cue to lift the covers and let it crawl underneath. It’s a ritual. As I lay, half-awake, half-asleep, snuggling soft kitty fur, listening to and feeling the rhythmic sound of purring, I reviewed the dream as the memory of it was still warm.
I used to have a pair of apple green shoes, many years ago, far away in a time which now seems more like a dream.
I used to listen to pop music, now I often forget there is such a thing as music.
There are times when I think I’m completely out of touch with the rest of the human race. Times when I don’t think I’m even part of it. I feel alienated, alien, disconnected, detached… but many people feel that way.
We belong, and we don’t belong. We’re a member of the human tribe, and yet also a maverick, going it alone. Sometimes we’re in sync, and sometimes we are totally out of everyone else’s sync, dancing to the beat of our inner music.
But the dream was not about me, even if it was my dream. I was an observer… perhaps of someone else’s dream.
I have no idea what that dream was saying. If it was saying anything. Maybe it meant nothing, it was just there to entertain the sleeper. And then give the waker something to ponder over and distract them for a while from reality, a reality which others might find surreal, but which the waker considers it to be real.
I don’t know what to say about the dream either. I loved the energy behind this post, though and the thoughts it generated.
Thank you 🙂
Sometimes I think a dream is just images of the world within processing, shuffling, and moving through us, a part of the flow. Perhaps it’s the chemicals and such at work in our body and the dream is a translation of their interactions. If we find a meaning in it, it’s part of the flow of our waking self who perhaps is seeking inspiration. It’s interesting to explore.
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Wonderful writing. The dream is real and the reel is played on the walls of our caves.
Thank you 🙂
I love that, what a wonderful way of seeing it!
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Maybe we feel so alone sometimes because…our perceptions create our unique realities. Maybe we are all walking around in different dimensions, meeting one another on a shared realm for fleeting moments.
Maybe we only make connections with other humans when our vibrational energy levels match, but because of our emotions, our energy levels change and then other people can’t recognize us or we can’t recognize them…
Maybe your dream wasn’t a dream, but a moment of universal revelation; divine intelligence. I think we are all lulled by some unseen force. That may explain why many people are still living by false ideologies, and may never really wake up from the trance.
Whatever the case, you have a beautiful mind.
Thank you 🙂
I love what you’ve expressed, there is much food for inspiring thought there.
One of the things I enjoy doing is altering my perception just by changing the angle of my view, flipping things around, so if I think that something is negative, I switch to looking at it as though it was positive and then see what emerges from the new perspective.
Seeing things the way others see them is always eye-opening, even if I don’t agree and prefer my way of seeing things, there’s always something to be learned, understood, discovered.
I love dreams as they often are the places where I can do things which I think I can’t do when I’m awake, and they challenge my self-perception. Occasionally I dream of someone I know, and that too can change perception, although sometimes it confirms perception, like saying – On this matter your subconscious and conscious awareness agree.
Life in all its shades and dimensions is fascinating!
I love the juxtaposition between reality and dreams – are we really awake? How do we know? A fabulous post, Ursula! 🙂
Thank you 🙂
It’s a mysterious line, the one between dream and reality, and humans have been trying to figure out what is real and what is not since… forever it seems. Sometimes we think we’ve know what is what, but what are thoughts? Are they perhaps just the way the brain moves oxygen through its labyrinth.
It’s fascinating to explore all the possible realities.
I loved the Dali image. I saw his exhibit a few.years back. 1. I was struck by the exquisite craftsmanship of his work, the meticulous elegance. ..2. I couldn’t imagine how courageous one might have to be to have a 21st century mind.100 years ago when people we so provincial.
He was an island unto himself. Takes great courage to be yourself when you are the first of anything.
I saw him once, walking down the street in Paris, he was very hard to miss and impossible not to recognise. He was his greatest work of art. He knew who he was and he wanted, enjoyed, other people knowing who he was too.
The time in which he lived was actually a period of opportunity for artists of all kinds, travel became easier, crossing boundaries was encouraged, and there was an intense lust for life, adventure and breaking free form the past ways of being and doing. I think a lot of this was spurred on by the devastation of the two World Wars, as those who survived had to rebuild and saw it as a chance to build something new.
He moved in social circles filled with people like him who embraced the raw self expressing itself boldly. He lived in very interesting times… and so do we, the internet has given artists of all sorts the chance to express themselves boldly too 🙂
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