there are dreams, there are fantasies, and there are nightmares.
i will not expound on all three as i am not an authority; i won’t tell you about my nightmares, either, for they are many, and i fear psychoanalysts might study my nightmares as part of an intellectual exercise.
what i can tell you about is how i invaded people’s dreams for a couple of nights. i didn’t plan it. there was no telepathy that happened; my sensitivity to the supernatural is as acute as a boulder sensing the touch of a wishing feather.
here are accounts from the dreamers:
august 29, 2008
“a feverish dream i just had. before i forget it, a part of it was with you..you were sitting on ____’s chair, then you said, “i’m counting the ways that i took that led me here, wondering where the mistake was.”
i love the statement. i wonder, though, what it means to me and to the dreamer. and i wonder, which mistake was my dream self referring to….
august 30, 2008
“…apologies to your subconscious.”
“i could almost feel you being a wisp of a body in my arms…i could remember feeling your bones through your skin….”
when i got the SMS, it was early in the morning on a weekend. sleep still weighed on my neck and shoulders, and the words on my mobile screen were a blur. it was only after reading the first message for three times did i understand. it was beautiful, the idea of me being merely a ghost in someone’s arms—very surreal, something akin to characters of g.g.marquez’s or allende’s books.
i didn’t know if the planets thrummed a bit, or if the gods made love on these nights, or if the moon hummed a couple of tunes, but these are the nights i invaded people’s thoughts.
there are dreams, there are fantasies, and there are nightmares. whichever way the two dreamers interpreted and accommodated their dreams of me, one thing is for sure: i am never one to be shrugged off that easily even in one’s thoughts.