Never-ending Story
Are dreams fiction?
I think they are. I had this dream. I was in a holiday. There was this beach. I was near the water. I was with my girlfriend. My best friend was not too far away. Like most dreams, you never know how you get there. It seemed like a perfect destination spot until we saw this plane took a few somersauts in the sky and crashed into the hotels. It was a huge crash. There were many people beside us, all screaming and terrified. No one knew what to do. From my view, the plane was dangerously close. It got my heart pacing. I felt helpless when the debris started to fly into our direction. There was no other way to turn to. The sea was behind us. We just stood there. We try to cover our eyes from the debris, sand, wind that is coming our direction. We survived. We were unscathed. But we were afraid, clueless and stunned. It was a Japanese passenger carrier.
So what kind of hint was this dream trying to tell me?
Have you been into books, drama serials that you are totally immersed into and difficult to come out of? Halfway through the story, you know you are hooked and you start pondering what is life after that story. Ambivalent. You desperately want to know the ending but you don't want the story to end. Books or serials, it's the same. Images of the story remain vivid. It was a brilliant story. But all stories have to end. Is there a never-ending story?
You can only pass on the story. Good book? Tell some people. Lend them the book. Wait for their response. Hope they are as addicted as you. Talk about the story. Discuss it. That's how the story goes on. That is how the story lives on.
Fiction is another person's story. How about our own story?
What happens when our own story comes to an end? Our lives? Not in a mortality sense but when you've been through everything that life has to offer. Old age that is. Pass on your own story. Tell your grandchildren. Have grandchildren. Have children first. Watch them grow. Watch their respective stories unfold. It's not your story. It's fiction? No, it's your story. Maybe it's part of the story.
I think they are. I had this dream. I was in a holiday. There was this beach. I was near the water. I was with my girlfriend. My best friend was not too far away. Like most dreams, you never know how you get there. It seemed like a perfect destination spot until we saw this plane took a few somersauts in the sky and crashed into the hotels. It was a huge crash. There were many people beside us, all screaming and terrified. No one knew what to do. From my view, the plane was dangerously close. It got my heart pacing. I felt helpless when the debris started to fly into our direction. There was no other way to turn to. The sea was behind us. We just stood there. We try to cover our eyes from the debris, sand, wind that is coming our direction. We survived. We were unscathed. But we were afraid, clueless and stunned. It was a Japanese passenger carrier.
So what kind of hint was this dream trying to tell me?
Have you been into books, drama serials that you are totally immersed into and difficult to come out of? Halfway through the story, you know you are hooked and you start pondering what is life after that story. Ambivalent. You desperately want to know the ending but you don't want the story to end. Books or serials, it's the same. Images of the story remain vivid. It was a brilliant story. But all stories have to end. Is there a never-ending story?
You can only pass on the story. Good book? Tell some people. Lend them the book. Wait for their response. Hope they are as addicted as you. Talk about the story. Discuss it. That's how the story goes on. That is how the story lives on.
Fiction is another person's story. How about our own story?
What happens when our own story comes to an end? Our lives? Not in a mortality sense but when you've been through everything that life has to offer. Old age that is. Pass on your own story. Tell your grandchildren. Have grandchildren. Have children first. Watch them grow. Watch their respective stories unfold. It's not your story. It's fiction? No, it's your story. Maybe it's part of the story.
posted by jingli K at 10:29 PM
2 Comments:
nice questions you've raised.
when you ask, are dreams fiction, I think it boils down to what you define as reality. If reality for you is what you can see and touch and what others acknowledge as reality as well, then no, dreams aren't real. But sometimes I think dreams and stories are more important and 'real' than the cliched opinions and truths that have filtered down into society, in the sense that they reveal to us what we as humans truly value.
I stumbled on ur blog through friendster, so I shall be a responsible commentor and leave my name. of course, you can disagree with my opinions since we're all just looking for some answers.
cheers,
adeline
Nice.. Sometimes the real world is more fictcious than it seems. It's great to see you around..
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