Are you Dreaming?
I heard an interesting quote in the movie ,Waking Life, it was, "They say dreams are only real as long as they last. Well could we not say the same about life?"
This life and everything that is apart of it seems so real and permanent. We have had many feelings and emotions provoked in this life. We have also formed many meaningful connections with people and other living beings. We have felt pain and happiness. We have felt the wind against our skin and we have planted things and watched them grow. I've even grown a life inside of my own body and given birth (twice) and each time I was ejected from the confides of my body to witness myself giving birth. (Which is another blog for another time.)
And even after all these humanizing experiences, I still feel that may just quite possibly be one big dream. It may seem far fetched to some, but hear me out.
I once had a dream that I was delivering the baby of a woman whom I'd never met. I'm not sure where the doctor or midwife was or how I became the chosen one, but nonetheless, I was there. The women was crouched down in a feline position grunting vigorously from the pain when all of a sudden, the small infants head began to emerge from under her.
"Okay, the babies head is crowning." I said confidently as if i knew exactly what I was doing. I helped her to lay back and I still remember the warm clammy feeling of her sweaty forehead. The room smelled like birth. There's no other better way to describe it. It's kind of a combination of salt water and sprinkles. Next thing I knew there was a small screeching infant in my arms along with lots of blood and amniotic messiness, but I was so astonished because of the events that just unfolded that I didn't mind. I handed the new baby to to the mother who was breathing heavily but relieved.
The moment felt incredibly real. Even after I had awoken, I still felt a strong scene of gratification because I had helped in such a tremendous way. I heard every sound, felt every touch, smelled every scent and could not be more connected the moment if I had tried. To me, for that moment it was as real as anything I've experienced in my waking life, as most of my dreams are. So who's to say that right now at this very moment you and I are not dreaming. Maybe you're about to wake up...or maybe you when you die, you wake up.... or maybe when you die, you go right into a dream like the ones you have while you sleep, only you never wake up again.
I think it's quite possible that life is a dream, an amazingly intricate dream, but a dream nonetheless.
This life and everything that is apart of it seems so real and permanent. We have had many feelings and emotions provoked in this life. We have also formed many meaningful connections with people and other living beings. We have felt pain and happiness. We have felt the wind against our skin and we have planted things and watched them grow. I've even grown a life inside of my own body and given birth (twice) and each time I was ejected from the confides of my body to witness myself giving birth. (Which is another blog for another time.)
And even after all these humanizing experiences, I still feel that may just quite possibly be one big dream. It may seem far fetched to some, but hear me out.
I once had a dream that I was delivering the baby of a woman whom I'd never met. I'm not sure where the doctor or midwife was or how I became the chosen one, but nonetheless, I was there. The women was crouched down in a feline position grunting vigorously from the pain when all of a sudden, the small infants head began to emerge from under her.
"Okay, the babies head is crowning." I said confidently as if i knew exactly what I was doing. I helped her to lay back and I still remember the warm clammy feeling of her sweaty forehead. The room smelled like birth. There's no other better way to describe it. It's kind of a combination of salt water and sprinkles. Next thing I knew there was a small screeching infant in my arms along with lots of blood and amniotic messiness, but I was so astonished because of the events that just unfolded that I didn't mind. I handed the new baby to to the mother who was breathing heavily but relieved.
The moment felt incredibly real. Even after I had awoken, I still felt a strong scene of gratification because I had helped in such a tremendous way. I heard every sound, felt every touch, smelled every scent and could not be more connected the moment if I had tried. To me, for that moment it was as real as anything I've experienced in my waking life, as most of my dreams are. So who's to say that right now at this very moment you and I are not dreaming. Maybe you're about to wake up...or maybe you when you die, you wake up.... or maybe when you die, you go right into a dream like the ones you have while you sleep, only you never wake up again.
I think it's quite possible that life is a dream, an amazingly intricate dream, but a dream nonetheless.
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