I am in the middle of a storm. It’s a big one. The whole neighborhood was evacuated last night. The government thinks that the storm might demolish the buildings hence they have asked everyone to evacuate. I didn’t know about the warning. My TV stopped working three years ago and I never bothered to buy a new one. It was a good decision until today. I wished I knew about the warning. I rarely go out and I don’t remember when was the last time I stepped out of the house. So naturally, I didn’t know about the storm, until a DTH Dish Antenna crashed near my window last night. I think it was around 2 am. Through the curtain, I saw the storm. It indeed was a big one. Things were flying as if it were Hogwarts. I checked my phone. No messages. Nobody bothered to tell me about the storm. That bothered me a bit. But then again nobody was
I wrote something few days ago. A few, very few things matches with your story, so posting it here
You fell from a mountain. You woke up, it was just a dream. Now, this sounds like something a 7th class student would write in his 10 marks story for the English examination. The teacher would reward him with 7 marks at max, cos it's an English exam, you cant score 10/10. You have these thoughts just right after waking up. Then you try to recall the dream which you had. You fail. Miserably. Then you try to remember about the 7th class. You remember just a few things. Okay. Time to mix a powder of beans with a liquid which is commonly used as an engine coolant, water. Oh, we have a name for it to avoid complexity. It's called coffee. Does coffee help in avoiding the complexity? No. Big no. It actually stimulates your mind so that you can overthink at a hypersonic speed. And yes this thinking removes the drowsiness. And hence we are habituated to having a cup of coffee every day. The word 'we' here don’t mean everyone, some people are excluded. It's just like when we say human beings are the most intelligent species to inhabit the earth. Here, the word 'human beings' doesn’t mean everyone, some people are excluded.
Anyway, after having coffee, you think about the future. It doesn’t look clear too. So, you have no clear idea about the dream which you had a few minutes ago or about the things you did back in the school when you used to write a ton of bullshit, you called story, which ended with the same line “the protagonist was dreaming."
Dream. Past. Future. Everything is blurred. Now you remember that there are three tenses. Past, present, future.
Now you try to focus on the present as the Buddhists, the wise men and every other self-help guru say but you actually can't focus on the present as well. The present moment slips as soon as you try to catch it.
Now you feel pathetic about your 21-year-old existence. You can't even hold onto something as simple as the present moment whereas a 3-year-old child can hold sand in his hands for at least a few minutes.
To distract yourself you pick up Dostoyevsky's Notes from the underground. Very great choice you think, but you can't bother picking up another book because you're just too lazy. Or tired. Or whatever word which looks accessible to hide the real reasons. You have a few aha moments.
You scream "Dostoyevsky. You beauty."
An original quote strikes your head, out of nowhere.
You open your diary and write that supremely great quote, which won't be quoted by even a single person. "Great art leads to either of the two things: happy tears or miserable smile."
You think of posting it somewhere. But then you decide to keep it underground.
I know I would sound very selfish when I say that I don't want this to get famous. This is precious and therefore, only few people should know about it.
rightly said JOY CAN BE FOUND IN UNEXPECTED PLACES . Woke up , was trying to remember my dream, logged in to twitter and found this dream. It is probably better than mine
I wrote something few days ago. A few, very few things matches with your story, so posting it here
You fell from a mountain. You woke up, it was just a dream. Now, this sounds like something a 7th class student would write in his 10 marks story for the English examination. The teacher would reward him with 7 marks at max, cos it's an English exam, you cant score 10/10. You have these thoughts just right after waking up. Then you try to recall the dream which you had. You fail. Miserably. Then you try to remember about the 7th class. You remember just a few things. Okay. Time to mix a powder of beans with a liquid which is commonly used as an engine coolant, water. Oh, we have a name for it to avoid complexity. It's called coffee. Does coffee help in avoiding the complexity? No. Big no. It actually stimulates your mind so that you can overthink at a hypersonic speed. And yes this thinking removes the drowsiness. And hence we are habituated to having a cup of coffee every day. The word 'we' here don’t mean everyone, some people are excluded. It's just like when we say human beings are the most intelligent species to inhabit the earth. Here, the word 'human beings' doesn’t mean everyone, some people are excluded.
Anyway, after having coffee, you think about the future. It doesn’t look clear too. So, you have no clear idea about the dream which you had a few minutes ago or about the things you did back in the school when you used to write a ton of bullshit, you called story, which ended with the same line “the protagonist was dreaming."
Dream. Past. Future. Everything is blurred. Now you remember that there are three tenses. Past, present, future.
Now you try to focus on the present as the Buddhists, the wise men and every other self-help guru say but you actually can't focus on the present as well. The present moment slips as soon as you try to catch it.
Now you feel pathetic about your 21-year-old existence. You can't even hold onto something as simple as the present moment whereas a 3-year-old child can hold sand in his hands for at least a few minutes.
To distract yourself you pick up Dostoyevsky's Notes from the underground. Very great choice you think, but you can't bother picking up another book because you're just too lazy. Or tired. Or whatever word which looks accessible to hide the real reasons. You have a few aha moments.
You scream "Dostoyevsky. You beauty."
An original quote strikes your head, out of nowhere.
You open your diary and write that supremely great quote, which won't be quoted by even a single person. "Great art leads to either of the two things: happy tears or miserable smile."
You think of posting it somewhere. But then you decide to keep it underground.
You smile. You wake up. It was all a dream.
Ooh gosh I wish I could have any sort of dreams while sleeping..I just pass out.gn thanks for this.
OMG, didn't realize the underlying meaning until the last sentence.
I know I would sound very selfish when I say that I don't want this to get famous. This is precious and therefore, only few people should know about it.
rightly said JOY CAN BE FOUND IN UNEXPECTED PLACES . Woke up , was trying to remember my dream, logged in to twitter and found this dream. It is probably better than mine