Only in Dreams

Recently, issues relating to the two main varieties of dreams have become pertinent to me.

The first types are terrible ones. Your subconcsious takes hold and pours out truly unctious bile. The most base and hideous horrors infiltrate your mind. There is nothing to control these evils and nowhere to hide from them. These dreams are a vivid and sharp reminder of the innate but often hidden terrors of reality.

But there are of course more desirable dreams. The subconcsious can easily become the stage for some of our most coveted hopes and dreams. No goal is unattainable, no person unlovable and no pleasure too sweet. The joy of life is not filtered through any social or physical boundaries and as such, is in its purest form.

Usually, dreams will be somewhere within the spectrum between these two polar opposites. Dreams can be firmly rooted to one end of the scale or can drift between the nice and nasty. However, there seems to be one commonality to these dreams: upon waking, we feel terrible. We are either disgusted by the depravity just witnessed, or bitterly disappointed by the transience of the pleasure felt. In this way, these experiences of blurred time shift, mixed emotions and apparently random imagery can often be more real than the waking world. Wicked or wonderful, anything is possible.

"And so it seems, Only in dreams."

-The English Student.