The Real Me

Dream-The beginning

With sweet, cold and daisy eve, I consciously went into my dreams, with my eyes open. I wanted to jot it down because I wanted to actually live it (ofcourse to make you all know, I
admit). While it may have been in several of my dreams; eyes closed. But who remembers?

So, let’s live the real one.

I went to a sea, all alone. I am feeling it as me, lonely, but together with I, me and myself.
This crew of me are on journey of same dream. It was important to leave all of my fake sides’ back, to live in my real dream. So I packed it in a box of unreal me. I wanted to be ‘the me’. Here I went with all the vacancies. Vacancy of experience, love, friendship, career, etc.
I became hollow. Hollow because, I wanted to fill in the very realistic experience that I wanted in my conscious dream. I didn’t take the tools needed to go on the journey. It’s just
me. To put the focus light on, I am not with my phone, which was necessary to leave behind.

I was ready to go!

My eyes are closed to feel the sense of consciousness in the very realistic and conscious dream, before I step in. It’s all dark now. I covered my eyes and imagined a door to enter in
‘the dream’. The door slowly opens, with a little cracking sound. I could feel the opening through the sound. Simultaneously, my eyes opening, and me stepping into another world so
that I would see just the world and not the way through it. I stepped in and can see my legs, in the mysterious land. My eyes didn’t looked up yet. It’s mesmerized and still looking at the
very unrealistic land, I had ever seen. The door closed and I didn’t bothered to pay attention even after the closing sound. I didn’t actually heard it. It vanished.
My hands were open. Open in the sense of no ornaments, no jewellery. My legs, barefooted.
Thin and light weighted hairs, flowing through the air, as it’s passing by. Hairs were all open.
Every single piece of it, flying like a butterfly in the air. The cool air touched my face as if ice cubes gives relief during summer days. It was making sound to my ears as if flute whistling all around. There was a rhythm in everything present there, making their own way for the proof of existence. They all were showing up themselves to me.

"I breathed in the sweetness of the
weather, as we inhale oxygen and exhaled out bitterness as we exhale carbon dioxide".

I tasted the presence of sweetness in my stomach too. I became statue being surprised but was released while feeling the dream.

Being overwhelmed by such experience in the beginning, a million dollar smile was covering my cheeks and that was the time, I dared to look up to the whole scene. Not expecting more
in that moment, because I knew it would be more glorious than I could ever imagine. I stopped imagining. I continued feeling the weather, rhythm etc. I didn’t expected to what I saw this initially. As I was so much covered with imagination and curiosity of watching
what further scenario would look like. Till the time, my eyes became blur with some sort of water (I guess it’s just to blow out the scene and increase curiosity, emotionally). It was much to test my patience, to what I thought. I moved my right hand close to my eyes to
make a way to watch the scene I was eagerly waiting for. I closed my eyes to wipe the tears.

Once again opening the eyes, made me meet to what I thought, I would never ever encounter. This time, my eyes were filled with real tears. It wasn’t from within, rather the effect of external source. To what I saw, it wasn’t expected. Because my expectations were
much more for what I thought it could be. I was more crying from inside. Because this time I hurt myself. I was the reason behind pointing things my own way, wanting things my own
way, writing things my own way, expecting things my own way, having things my own way, seeing things my own way etc. I never bothered to see it as real.