I'm standing in front of a dark-wood antique cabinet with a large mirror and many drawers filled with all kind of random oddments such as hair clips, coat buttons and whatever else one could possibly think of. Something in my mind just clicks, and I realise that I am dreaming. I'm making the mistake of trying to catch a glance of my own reflection in the big mirror. Whenever I have lucid dreams (def. dream where the dreamer is aware of the fact that he is dreaming) and try to see my own reflection. I instantly wake up as if I'm about to get spooked by what I will see. Just like now, I almost get caught sneaking around inside my own dream. And return into its vastness as a puppet in the projection of my own unconsciousness. But I fight back to keep my awareness.
" Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way" - Pink Floyd
I set the sight on my palms and focus on how vivid they look because it usually helps to keep the perception of a lucid dream alive. It works, once again everything around me goes from hazy to still. I recognise that cabinet. I am in my grandmother's flat. When I was a kid, whenever I was bored, I was driving her mad about going through all these drawers filled with what seemed to me as almost mystical pieces I could find in there. It's a dream, yet I feel like I was taken back in time to when I was nine years old. It feels like a deja vu but in the reverse course of events. As if I have left myself somewhere in the present and just slid into my Dreambody (def. American therapist Arnold Mindell described it as a mirror connection between the dreams and the physical sensations that we experience in our body in reality), which materialised itself in the form of a my younger self. One theory about time reveals that it flows slower when we are young, because we experience things for the first time. The reason that i can actually tell how old am I exactly, is behind the awareness of the first football World Cup I ever watched. It comes upon me from the depth of the dream in a form of a prophet; on the same day, in the evening I will sit in the front of TV and watch Argentinian player Claudio Cannigia sending the ball past the Nigerian goalkeeper to take the lead in their second world cup game in 1994. Through my Dreambody I don't experience this as a memory, but more like a parallel journey inside my Self. Where the world on the outside merges with the inner world without any expectations from the Ego side. Only then, we can really engage and allow ourselves to absorb the energy without the impression of passing time. These experiences, either good or bad consequently make us who we are. Another theory about time was introduced by Adrian Bejan (Professor of Mechanical Engineering at Duke University). He said that our mind perceives changes in time based on the interchange of processed images. The present is different from the past because our perception has changed, hence the days seem longer when we are young because the mind of a child receives more pictures during the day than the mind of an adult. Our perception of time changes as we get older. Gradually we get to a point when we seem to know what time it is, at any time, without even looking at the clock. We claim to own it in the same way that we own the watch on our wrist. As a consequence, as the time passes we feel as if we have lost something. When we were younger. If anything, we never knew the actual time. And yet we felt, that there was plenty of time to kill every day.
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