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Sleep is by far my favourite state of self. An escapism from reality. That is why dreams only occurs when your mind is on stillness, and your body separates itself from reality and co sign with dreams. It’s the only state of mind where one can forget about life’s bedlams and to genuinely close your eyes, opening the gates to full fledged exquisite self, swimming with total vulnerability.
Sleep is like surrendering ourselves to the unknown. You will never know what you will be dreaming the next time you fall into this black hole of ‘the closure of sight’. You will never know where the dreams may take you. One night, I dreamt I was chased by a gigantic chicken cockle doodle-ing to Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance, “Ra ra ra ah ah roma roma mama”. As disturbing as it may sound, it gets more perplexed towards the end of the dream where I ended up being in the middle of a playground sitting on a swing with an ice cream on one hand. Drips of the vanilla ice cream flooded my entire red blouse. My boots drowned in sand, reaching to my ankle, my ribboned socks camouflaged with the pale brown colour of the artificial sand. For some reason, my skin was paler and much fairer. Thus making the colour of my socks much more dirtier and muddy looking. Maybe I tumbled into a puddle from the running from the evil chicken. Maybe, this is what dreams is all about. Irrelevant, inaccurate, silly, absurd, all gelled into just one term.
Dreams. See where it can take you? See the different forms of self that one can transform into? See the constant flow of inconsistency?
This is all one needs. An escapism from reality, a break from the immoral world, and take a stroll into the forest of stillness and surrender.
Sleep, is genius.
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