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Will-o'-the-wisp, where's that wrinkle in time?

Month: May, 2012

Stop, Time

The world today moves exceedingly fast. Faster than was possible only a decade ago. We move about our lives so fast we can barely catch up. One minute we’re just waking up, the next thing we notice is that it’s already time to turn in. We’ve missed that chance to take a break, spend time with the family, with friends, make memories. Those important moments get lost in the speed with which we try to move the world.

Eventually, we all reach a point when we just want to take a break, to relax, to unwind. Sometimes, in all the chaos of the world, we feel like we just want time to take a break, too. For everything to take a pause. We want so much to bask in the atmosphere of the moment that we want everything to be just like the way they are for much, much, much longer.

It doesn’t have to be that time when we finally receive great applause.

It doesn’t have to be that time when the one rival who was keeping us from becoming number one is finally overcome.

It doesn’t have to be that time when we finally achieve our dreams.

It can come in a moment just like this. With the cold but gentle wind caressing our face. With the stars shining brightly in the night sky above us. With the children in the neighbor’s laughing. With only the chatter of the grown-ups breaking the quiet of the night.

That beautiful evening when things are just the way they should be.

That one moment when everything is just so peaceful, serene, tranquil.

One can just feel like wishing for things to come into a halt so that one can gaze at the stars and ponder about them for a long while knowing full well that there is absolutely nothing to worry about.

Some years from now, this place will be no more. That time when urbanization will have finally crawled into the countryside. When houses become as empty as they are full.

When that time comes, the halting of time would no longer be enough. Only a reversal will repair what was destroyed.

I can only wish that I wouldn’t live to see that day.

An Extraordinarily Ordinary Dream

For in dreams, we enter a world which is entirely our own. Let him swim in deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.*

A few terms back, I had a course in psychology. In psychology, we try to examine and understand the human mind. We try to make sense of the actions of man – from benevolent deeds to criminal behavior. We try to chart the human brain, explain the motivations of man. What makes man tick?

However, if there is one thing that even psychology have not yet known despite all these years spent on the discipline it’s dreams. Those pictures one so vividly sees while one is asleep.

Dreams are supposed to be the product of the subconscious part of the human brain. That much we know. Psychologist can even tell, through their advanced instruments, when one is sleeping so deep or when one is dreaming. A dreamless sleep can be differentiated from one which is otherwise.

This afternoon, I’ve had one of the most unusual dreams I’ve ever had. It’s oddity lies in the sheer fact that it is so normal, not out of the ordinary at all that I could’ve been awake the whole time except for the part where I was thinking, “When I wake up, these things wouldn’t be there.”

I’ve dreamt of being a hero in an epic battle against mythological creatures. I’ve dreamt of going on a quest with a great welcome waiting for me. I’ve dreamt of owning my hoverboard and flying over mountains and seas.

And those are what my dreams are made of on epic nights. Especially after a doing a good number on my gaming world.

But this afternoon, it was very different. It was a very ordinary encounter at a mall with a person I haven’t seen for years now. It could have been any other person. If it was real life, it wouldn’t have been a first nor would it have been any surprising.

However, as I have observed, there are things which brings a seemingly ordinary thing closer to extraordinary. The person I dreamt having meet again after these few years, is one who hasn’t crossed my mind in all my waking thoughts probably for about as long as I haven’t seen her.

She’s a senior to me. But she was one of the very few who looked after me. Which, now that I think about it, is rather odd seeing as I never knew her before we were in school together. Then again, maybe some people are just like that.

In the dream, she saw me while I was going out of the cinema, she called after me but I didn’t answer. I saw her behind the glass but I wasn’t so certain. She chided and that was only when I answered back.

She was with a man who, in all sense of the word, looked to me like her father. She probably had to say goodbye to that man. She asked and I told her I had nothing more to do and was only making my way out of the mall.

The first thing she did for me was to buy me something – a branded, quite expensive handkerchief that I even told her I could’ve bought outside at only Php 30, even Php 20; albeit without the brand. And that’s when I thought I’d lose these things once I wake up making me will myself to sleep a bit more and enabled us to go about the mall a bit longer.

I woke up to the radio with a man crooning about something I couldn’t understand. The only words I remember from it are remember, photo, and ember. I couldn’t quite makes sense of the song except that it sounded rather sad, wistful.

Now, I was never the type of person to take photos of myself nor of people. Not that I had a way to take pictures myself back then. Naturally, I don’t have a photo with that person. And waking up to that song… Well, it was something.

My dreams. I probably would never truly understand what makes them. And probably, not anyone. And this is one of the few that I remembered so clearly after waking up. A lot of my dreams leave me wondering what were in them once I wake up. Like the one I had before this one. And this is one of the even fewer that I’ve put down in writing. I wouldn’t be so surprised if this is actually the first one.

Nevertheless, even if I never get to understand what they’re made of, what makes my dreams, why my dreams are like so, I’d still always rather have dreams than spend a dreamless night.

* Professor Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and The Prizoner of Azkaban