A forewarning: this is not about photography, but instead one of the random thoughts that occasionally plagues my brain until I allow it an avenue of escape in the form of writing. If you desire something creative instead, take a look at the video I’ve been working on. Also keep in mind I didn’t really have an english education after my sophomore year in high school, so my writing ability may be lacking somewhat 
Dreams are one of the more interesting occurrences in the world we exist in. I say exist, because are we truly alive? I look at us in this existence, and I fail to see us as alive. If we were alive, we would embrace our surroundings in different ways. Existence, however, I shall leave for another post.
I rarely dream. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. By dream, I speak of the world our minds fall into as we slumber. It’s something I rarely find myself in. Of course, this likely means that I usually simply forget my dreams as they happen. I have noted something in my dreams of late though, as I have been fortunate enough in remembering them: a common variable.
All of my dreams feature something missing, wrong, or out of place. And every single time, no one else notices. It ranges from something as simple as a basketball game being played on the court sideways instead of the normal way with one of the hoops over some of the seats to something such as black coal marks on everyones’ faces. The former was an actual recent dream, the latter was simply an example.
I, being more of a cynical, logical person, have never seen my dreams as having any true connection or meaning in my real life. (Many Christians have, I’m not saying they haven’t. I just don’t see it with me.) However, I do believe I have found a tie-in with this. We as human beings often ignore the most basic of things. We see the struggles in the world, and we hurt for those far away from us. We then walk right beside someone hurting just as bad and do nothing, see nothing, we do not care. It’s a blatant attempt to feel better about our position. “Surely that only happens to them. My world is perfect, I am happy” we say to ourselves. In the process, we blind ourselves to our friends, even to our family. We deem what we have as wonderful, when it is just as blemished as what’s out there.
Why do we focus on the suffering of those on the other side of the world when there’s suffering in our own homes, towns, streets? I don’t understand it. Perhaps thiscomes across slightly self-centered, but I disagree.
I’m afraid I just used up all of my inspiration, and I failed to completely finish my thoughts. Perhaps you could leave some of your own thoughts on this? I find it difficult to publish this, as I always do when I post something that includes an opinion of mine. I have a problem with assuming I’m usually wrong about things such as this.
3 Responses to “Dreams”
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First I would like to let you know the video link is not working I was looking forward to seeing some of your video work.
In regards to your lack of dreams I too experience the same problem but I attribute it to not sleeping enough for my brain to fall into REM sleep which has been linked to dreams.
Personally, I am a believer in our dreams having no link to our real lives. I feel it is just a process of our brain recalling and filing our memories. I do agree with your reasoning though why must so many people be concerned with what is going on in the rest of our world and turn such a blind eye to our own problems. The only reason I see this being the case is, compared to the rest of the world we do really have it made and I wish all the people of the world could experience the freedoms we have. Something I have really started to appreciate.
I am in the same boat as you with your struggle with sharing my opinions, but I have started to feel it is my duty as a artist to stand behind my opinions and ideas and to share them. It is what makes us unique. The more your share the easier it will be to convey your messages in your art. I like to now think of it as an exercise that helps in my self expression. In the end who can really say what is right and what is wrong and that is what you must remember.
Good job on your blog so far. I really enjoy your work. Keep it up!
just a thought…i’ve found (recently) that the Imagined is much easier to deal with than reality, which is bizarre. but not so much when you realize that the Imagined only requires our thoughts, and reality requires our body, mind, and heart. a crisis slightly out of reach is much more attractive than one that calls for your time, your energy, your *actual* opinion and decision, etc. the Imagined leaves room for “oops I thought wrong” and reality not at all. reality demands a whole-hearted action which demands a very real consequence, good or bad.
and usually we don’t even see it this way. if we did, we’d probably make more of an effort to change it. but as we both know, the majority of us live somewhere between where we’re going and where we were, without ever being in the middle, which is here.
xoxo
Hey bro,
I can relate to you about dreams. I have dreams pretty commonly, some I remember more than others. More often than not, my dreams of are things in life that I hope to do well at or just of people that are in my life. Some of them I feel there is a connection to my life, others I wish I could have an explanation to them.
“Why do we focus on the suffering of those on the other side of the world when there’s suffering in our own homes, towns, streets? I don’t understand it. Perhaps this comes across slightly self-centered, but I disagree.”
That really struck a chord with me. That thought of yours, reminds me of some similiar thoughts. Maybe that explains why i’m not a huge fan of overseas missions. There’s a lot of hurting kids just in our towns and neighborhoods. There’s times I think we should spend more effort on those kids/people than people on the other side of the world.