In my Dreams...
Todayās the last day of The Write Tribe Festival of Words, Iām
taking part in. The last writing prompt is āDreamsā. Taking part in it has been
a wholesome experience. Churning out new ideas for the different posts,
struggling to make the creative juices flow, and reading the other blogs- it
was quite a learning time. I hadnāt been this creative for months. I give my
thanks to āWrite Tribeā and all the bloggers who took part.
I have blogged about dreams earlier too. You can read it
here: Follow Your Dreams.
Dreams are very mysterious things. More like the soul, the
actual identity of dreams is unknown. Where the consciousness goes and where
the mind wanders when we are in sleep dreaming, is still a big question. Is it some
corner of our brain or some other unexplored dimension outside our body? This
continues to be an enigma. The very idea of our soul leaving the body while we
are dreaming, and visiting unchartered lands, is quite fascinating though, even
if itās just a figment of our imagination.
We have a number of popular
fiction and YA novels taking advantage of this concept. āLuciferā by Michael
Cordy and āWake unto Meā by Lisa Cach had me hooked till the end. Adrian- a
character in āThe Vampire Academyā could communicate with people through their
dreams. Stephenie Meyer says she had dreamt about Edward and Bella, heard them
taking in her dreams, and thus she wrote our favorite paranormal book. Such
productive dreams are so welcome. May be string theory and literary physics are
really related. What if Edward and Bella (and Jacob, of course) actually existed
in some parallel universe, and actually communicated with the author through
her dreams? The prospect is so alluring.
In Srikhetra Puri, the abode of Lord Jagannath and his
siblings, dreams play a huge role in the temple activities, especially during
the āNabakalebaraā- a time that comes
after many years when the idols of the trinity have to be remade (2015). The servitors
call upon the gods for weeks, seeking the knowledge of where to find the Neem
tree, bearing the symbol of conch, and āchakraā
and housing no animals or birds. The ātrimurtiā
has to be made from the wood of such a tree, finding which humanly is next to
impossible. The lord answers them through their dreams. Tales of Jagannath and
his love for his devotees tells us more about his communicating with the mortal
world through dreams.
Anything intangible and out of the ordinary is attention
grabbing. I frequently dream about slipping, usually within the first hour,
then wake up with a start, and then again go back to sleep. I never dream about
the fall, after the foot slip. My friends say it means remain alert, and google
is of no help. Do tell me if anyone
knows what it means. Another friend of mine has dreams of drawing water
from a well, more often than not. We tease him that perhaps heāll be our savior
during water crisis. Hah!
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