Tyreaus Dreacon wrote:
But you ACTUALLY draw! :(
I only write. T_T
Poorly at that...
Tyreaus Dreacon wrote:
This is a haiku.
Haikus are hard to write well.
I watched Inception last night. Needless to say, going to sleep after that was awkward. I swear, the far wall of my room started to curve up into my ceiling. It was less scary and more, astonishing I suppose.
But then after, just today, I had a thought.
Philosophers have often questioned if what we see is real, as dreams seem so real themselves. We all dream, we dream of ourselves and we are in our own dreams. We live in different concoctions of reality that our minds come up with. Within these dreams, these made-up realities, we can sleep and dream within a dream.
But what happens when the dream begins to dream the dreamer? Where, then, do we draw the distinction of what I am, or who I am? What if the only reality we have is whichever dream we choose to call reality? What happens if there is no waking up? And if the people we see in 'reality' are just as real and in the same situation as we individuals are, could it not be possible that, in sharing this dream of 'reality', we can also share our dreams of 'fantasy'?
The totality of our reality, what we call it, could be a concoction of our collective subconsciousnesses. A place where we’ve built our own maze, infinite and inescapable, where the only direction to go is in. To 'deeper' levels of dreaming--though deeper is subjective, as it would be less going deeper and more 'switching' the dream your conscious resides in. In between these layers of dreams could be tubes of our own personal fantasies, where we are only with ourselves. That quiet area of our subconscious. Our private room, so to speak.
I figure that, if we are in a dream, we should make the best of enjoying that dream. While I may be curious, about how the universe works and what is in it, I will much rather enjoy the dream than try and take it apart. We can either try to solve the impossible labyrinth of our 'reality', or enjoy the sight and feel of the complexity of it. After all, if we’re a dream of something we dream, we could very well wake up at any moment, and we would awake with a feeling that we missed something.
Gah.... depression sucks. x.x
no... I can’t say that I do o.o