We Live as We Dream - Alone

Well, with a title like this, I should talk about something deep.

What's the importance of dreams, and why Conrad (the author of 'Heart of Darkness', the book from where I quoted the title) stated that phrase?

Dreams are made of experiences, of hopes, delusions, desires. Dreams let us go wild, make us happy or sad, give us the possibility to fly without wings. Yeah, living in a dream would be great, but it wouldn't be real, some could say. To those, I would reply: how can you demonstrate that reality and dreams are two different things? Dreams can be vivid experiences, sometimes we could even have memories that later we may mistake as real. Reality, on the other hand, is based on the perception that we have of our surroundings through our senses; but they can be tricked in many ways... who can say for sure that what we call reality is not in fact another 'dream'? Maybe Death is just another way of awakening.

Anyway we dream, we dream alone, 'cause we can't share completely the feelings of a dream. Although sometimes we hope that others could understand our everyday feelings, like love, hate, sorrow or happiness, mostly because of similiar situations they may have encountered in their lifes, dreams could not be understand by none other than us. There are no words that could be used for describing (quoting Conrad himself) "that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewildermentin tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams...".

In conclusion, a little story: Once there was a man, that one night dreamed about being a butterfly. He flew secure, and felt a happiness never felt before, enjoying the simple life of an insect. When he woke, he felt a deep sensation of uneasiness; he wasn't sure anymore about reality: was he a man that dreamed of being a butterfly, or a butterfly, dreaming of being a man?

'Till next post, my good friends.