Adonis Diaries

“Wish wilder than in a dream”: How fitting

Dream. Dreaming. Far out. A parallel life: Extravagant, detailed, passionate, creative, limitless in potential and capability…

Gravity?  How many fold heavier than earth you like it to be?

The ultimate in oppression, in feeling down to earth, in inertia… I get up and feel unable to reintegrate bed.

Have got to do anything but going back to this heavy dream.  For example, I am of the type of guys I shake hand with someone and used not to recall how he was dressed or fathom his character.  But in dreams, I see and meet hundreds of total strangers, and I am able to dress every one of them according to their character, and create multitude of facial features…Where all that creativity came from? Not from my conscious world.

Gravity? How many times lighter than earth do you like to feel it?

Feeling the air exercising the proper pressure under you wings, sliding, hovering over mountain tops, valley, speeding like crazy, feeling light, happy, full of expectation; climbing high walls, with bare hands, effortlessly, much faster than cats and lizards… Noises, morning clapping trying to get me out of my lovely dream, and I refuse to acknowledge that it is time to face the “real life”.

How do you dare claim that my dreaming period is not as real, is not the wonderful possible life, my life, my expectations, my power…?

Older people, hard of hearing, dim in the eyes, decrepit… Just hanging on to life, to the living, just to experience another dozing dream, another night dream…  Laying down on this “balcony of a bed“, a relaxing long chair, eyes closed, excited for a new story adventure, capabilities rejuvenated, limitations vanishing in thin air… All is possible, youth, a reincarnated life of what it should have been…

Hanging on to life to see the grandchildren and children?  Get real. 

Children make themselves scarce and you have been forgotten long time ago.  No, elder people grab to life for another dream story adventure:  The real life when the other stupid “real life” gave up on you, and turned you down, and trampled your dignity, smashed all your wishes and expectations…

Dream. Dreaming. Far out. A parallel life: Extravagant.  The real life. Got to agree, sooner or later, that dreaming is the true lullaby that your mother failed to sing to you, tacking you in bed…

Why everything, every adventure is possible in dreams, except falling in Love? 

This split-second realization that “This is it!”.  Maybe I never fell in love in order to dream it? What a pity.

Falling in love must be the concentration of a life experiences, observations, feelings, knowledge…What a pity!

Except falling in love, everything else is in the realm of dreaming, a much livelier, colorful, exciting alternative powerful life.

What a pity!