Dreams and Questions
I dreamt I was drowning.
I can still feel the water,
It’s rushing. It’s chilly but not cold. Pleasant but unpleasant. Thick and viscous. It’s cement to my wind. It’s certainty to my dreamlands. It slips through my fingers, up my arm and down my throat. Encasing me, my body feels pressure but not pain. As if a trillion tiny rain drops hugged you all at once. So fast. It comes in so fast. It envelopes the car in seconds, I look to you and I... I can’t remember what you do. All I can remember is the panic, the fear flooding my mind, the numbness turning off my nerve endings. It’s rushing but there’s no current. Where did this water come from?
“Now you’re asking the real questions”
It just appeared. One second we’re on the edge of the pavement, the next, submerging.
I want to remember a big crash. A black SUV diving into the lake. But I can’t. It wasn’t a crash. It was a dunk. A dunk into the teals of my subconscious, a place I can’t understand. Is it the Neverland I’ve always talked about? Is my deepest of minds the winding jungles I’ve dreamed of? Or does that sound insane. Who in their right mind would see themselves as so entrancing. Is this how it would feel to love myself? Taken away for so long you don’t realize something is missing. The place where they used to stand fades away and memory replaces it with a nightstand. What can I withstand? What can we all withstand?
“The real question”
Who are we?
Why are we like this? Where did we come from and where have we been? Can the subconscious travel through us? Can it travel through everything and nothing? Which plane is real? Why are there even two?
“we know the answer to that”
Do all animals dream? Why do we remember our dreams? Do trees and plants and fungi dream? Or are they living in their dreams? What if dream had another name, one not so cliche? Am I considered lazy, for wishing to ask these questions all day?