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Life and Dreams

Sat Apr 14, 2007, 9:44 AM
  • Mood: Sentimental
  • Listening to: Queen
  • Reading: The Namesake
I discovered I am getting older. I look it. I feel it. I know it. And despite what I might think, I like it. I like the feelings of fear and anticipation they I get from thinking about living on my own, of becoming self-sufficient. I see dark circles around my eyes and wear them like badges of honour that say, I was up late working and I am still up early. I have the stamina to prove it.
I discovered that my friend here and I are closer then I thought. Especially Suzie, James, Prateek, Rob, Emil, Renee, Dangals, Chris...the list is endless. Such enjoyment from the people around me. I found my niche again too and in it I can bring people closer.

Prateek told me an amazing dream he has a few nights ago. It scared him but left him in awe all the same.
His entire life flashed before his eyes. He was in his late twenties and a 'doctor or something'. He was in love. He was expecting his firs child. He told me that his wife grew ill because of the pregnancy and during his child’s birth she died. The sorrow he felt was real, he told me. His child was a girl. The dream jumped to several points in her life, first day of school, graduation, 16th birthday, first break-up with a boy, university graduation, and her wedding. He felt so attached to this dream child. He felt feelings he has never experienced before, a joy he has yet to know and more sorrow then he could handle. He loved this child.
The dream then went back to his child's birth, and a boy was born instead. His son had Down syndrome. He remembers feeling elation whenever his son accomplished something. Sorrow when his disabled son struggled. He remembers hiring a maid to help take care of his son because he could not handle his work and his son.
These emotions he felt were real.
I was silent for so long in complete awe. A dream has the power to create such real feelings. Such emotion that it leaves you in a cold sweat when you wake.
We discussed the possible meanings of his dream; a premonition, an alternate reality, simply a dream.

I'd like to hear your opinions.

Dave I also owe you the heart of Africa.

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It sounds fascinating. I love my dreams, but I don't dream unless the sun is in my room. And 12 hours later I can't remember them.

But dreams are essential to sanity, i think. And now Prateek has something that the rest of us don't, and I'm envious.

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