Something supernatural - The flow!

Kishan!

Dream 67

Friday, 3 AM 

A girl sat next to me. We got down off the bus and saw each other. A car stopped in front of me for directions. I started my car and started driving uphill. I struggled to drive over lanes. Stopped the car for maggie. 

I keep getting this dream of strange places, strange people, and a strange me from another life with a different lifestyle. Every night after waking up with a weird feeling, I stay still for a few seconds and continue dreaming with my eyes open. Vivid imagery appears in front of me with fading hints. I try to write about them and develop the remaining story, but they never get completed. This gives me an unsettling feeling and increases my curiosity to question my existence. 

Where do they come from?

Why are they so different from each other? 

What are they trying to say? 

How can there be so many versions of me? 

Will I ever get a chance to experience them in reality? 

Though the dreams were different, one common thing it had was me. I was consistent in every incomplete story. It was really hard to understand my mind and its play. It had so many plots with a variety of people and places. There were no endings or beginnings to this story. They were all like actions we never care to notice. Sometimes I see someone just walking through a lane with me or ahead of me, sometimes I would be driving on a flyover with an old man, once I was just sitting on a rock and observing a tree, and one time I was just locking doors. The twists and turns were minimal and the problems were simple. I had a compilation of normal motions. 

After writing the keywords in my journal, a dose of caffeine kick starts my brain and gets it ready for the day. And after finishing the day, the same routine continues. 

Kishan!

Dream 173

Monday, 2 AM

The sunset was radiant with massive shades of red and orange unevenly spread across the sky. I was lying there beneath the sky and on the sand. A loose kite was drifting in the wind. It had a small thread that had been cut off. I held the thread and started drifting off with the kite. I saw myself lying down on the beach and observing myself. When I went near me, he held my thread and started to drift with me. I was the kite. 

The pages continued and the puzzles extended. My journal gained a plural status and grew in numbers. This condition continued for many years. One fine night I started reaching for answers. A few spoke about the cycle of sleep and many spoke about the meaning behind them. They all explained the chemical reaction the brain undergoes and the endless possibilities they create from the experience gained by our senses. I was not convinced with them. I always believed there was more to it. In my real life, I was never exclusive to anyone or anything. My dreams always gave me a new perspective and new ways. My research continued with experiments. I explore new ways to decipher my dreams. Hypnosis made me completely blank out, meditation gave me peace but not answers, and finally, doctors thought I was losing my mind. None of them helped me. The funny thing about life is. When you are secure and smart about your search, you get nowhere or you take a lot of time to reach someplace. But when you get lost and go all out you find the right direction. When I almost lost hope, I saw an ad on my social window. It had the portrait of a mountain by the beach on it and the copy said “Mountains give you questions and the beaches give you answers. That’s when I decided to travel. I believed in meeting new people and visiting new places and solving the puzzles of my life. 

Kishan!

Dream 993

Monday, 5 AM

A feather fell on the river. It started flowing on the silver texture of the water. I threw a stone and the stone skipped seven times. An old lady stood on the opposite shore. The feather came again in the same direction and reached the old lady. She smiled at me. 

As soon as I started traveling I stopped searching for an answer and documenting my dreams in my journal. I went to the high meadows of the mountains, depth of the ocean, and even stayed in the silence of the wild. Everything helped me to focus and observe the nature of things. The flowing water, the burning flames, and even the moving clouds had a flow. The stillness of a rock, the motion of time, and the concept of space, everything had a low. In the flow of everything, I found my doorway to my dream puzzles. 

It all happened when I stayed in a serene shelter near a river. In the golden hour, when the sun went down, the dark and grey clouds engulfed the space around me. I sat there on a blanket next to a warm fire. The crackles from the firewood, the continuous whisper of the flowing water, and the movement of the flames brought out a melodious flow. I have never felt this calm before. The breeze brushed my hair with a comforting chillness and the warmth from the fire embraced me for comfort. I felt at home. I took out one of my old dream journals from my bag and started scanning through the old entries. I used to get restless before when I read them. But this time I was calm. I finished them scanning through the pages and placed them aside. Right next to it, I noticed a trail of ants moving linearly as usual. The movement had a rhythmic flow. The even motion drifted me off to sleep. 

Kishan!

Dream 1233

Monday, 1 AM

The trail of ants looked like art in the golden light of the campfire. I stood up and tried to look around. A full moon was beautifully set lighting up the river. The blue luminescent trail of the river was accompanied by a small path. The ants were leading the way as I followed them. A few minutes into the journey, I witnessed a small structure at the river shore. It was neither big nor wide. It was small like a room. When I approached it closer, I could see a huge lock on it. I stepped back, looked around, and saw a feather floating on the shallow water near the shore. My instincts told me to lift it and use it to unlock the door. The moment I placed the feather tip on the lock, a surge of familiarity ran through my skin. I stopped for a second and then continued with my task. A clunking sound of freedom emerged from the metal joints of the heavy lock. I opened the door and walked in. There was an alley. In the dark, it looked like a library. I scanned through the walls and switched on the lights. When the room got illuminated, there were huge racks with books. And everything had numbers on it. I walked deeper and went to the last rack to know more about the books. Surprisingly the book rack was numbered 1222. That was the last dream I documented in my journal several months back. When I went closer and picked up a book, I saw my last journal lying around. A big realization came to me at that time. I was inside the storeroom of my dreams. 

I got extremely excited. I randomly picked up different books from different racks and piled them on the ground. I sat next to them and started reading one by one. There was an oddity and similarity there. Though the books had the similarity of the one I had at home, the oddity was the hints. None of the stories were complete. They were all listed in hints. I left the books there and came out of the room. The sense of confusion and restlessness again came back to me. I came back and sat next to the fire. 

What was the meaning of all these? 

While heavily pondering on the incident that happened, my attention somehow went to the ants. A new trail was formed and it was parallel to the old one. One was going forward and the other going backward. In this motion, a few ants came out of the regular trail and joined the other trail. That's when my mind got lit up and I woke up from my dream. 

I completely understood the flow of everything. Just like the flowing river, burning flames, moving clouds, and the marching ants, my dream flowed in several directions. And the imagery was created from the flow. Sometimes when the streams met at a confluence point, they sprang a different trail with a different flow. The flow of dreams has eternal now and it never stops. It doesn't have a purpose or plot. It just flows impacting and influencing life around it. All my questions from before faded and followed the flow of my life and the numbers grew in the storeroom of my dreams.