Admonishment to others yet feign fun to me, so involved in the driving with a single thought in mind-to win that the upshots of driving rash never hit my mind during whole race. It was just me and my bike that was enjoying the finals of the race. I was warned by few of my friends via eye contacts, who came to see the race, for my driving sense that day but somehow being content with myself, I ignored them. I was having a lead of about 100mts with the second contender, still I over speeded to finish the race early and what happened next was not so good-my bike crashed without a warning and I was lying helpless in the middle of the track with a hope to remain alive, the sudden crash also entangled two more racers behind me and thus finishing the race in between for three of us. Not able to breathe properly I was hoping for some help to arrive although it was altogether my fault. With half opened and heavy eyes I realized that one more biker was approaching towards me with lost balance and all I could see was the tyre of a 150kg bike was ready to wreck my head like a bullet towards its prey. Death was the only possible outcome of that crash. I asked God “please don’t let me die this time, I won’t over speed again, I know it’s my fault but please forgive me this time. I am sorry, I am sorry”.
Few seconds later was a sudden jolt in my head that took the hell out of me, I was still whispering incessantly “please, please, not this time”. It took a brief for me to realize that I was in my bed and the clock hanging in the wall had its hands at right angle to constitute 3am. With sweat all over and heart thudding as it wants to come out of the body as soon as possible, I was so thankful to God that it was just a dream and I was still alive. This is what we call a nightmare probably-a very very bad dream. My head remained so heavy that I could not sleep well that night, but I was ok with it as it was not really smashed.
Next day I could not let my thoughts to roam anywhere else, but around this dream. Few hours back I was in a different world, everything existed and I raced. I remember the cheer of the crowd, I remember that it was morning 9:45 when the race got started, I even remember the worried faces of my friends when I was over speeding. Appearance of the things was as real as it is right now. I might sound like a fool but I really wondered if all that was real, if not then what was it? How was I able to feel everything if they were not real? A series of thoughts ensued. Result was a justified thought-What is a dream?
First thing that comes to most of the minds seeking answer to any question, weird or meaningful, is perhaps Google, same in my case. Demonstrating the trivial quality of any human being-hunger for knowledge, I begin my expedition in the interconnected world of internet. It was interesting to know after few searches that dream analysis has been a subject of interest for many and the literature on the topic can be traced back to 2000BC. Ancient Egyptians and Greeks believed the dreams to be the messages from supernatural worlds, which are communicated by the Gods and interpreted by the Priests. Was my bike race and the accident that followed was a message from Gods? Does it mean that I should never take part in any race or the conclusions would be severe? Bothered a bit by these theories I found few contradicting theories that added to my relief. Modern theories believe that dreams are just the reflection of one’s subconscious mind, which keeps acquiring thoughts always, all the information in the subconscious collectively make up a dream which might not have any relation with the reality, which appeared quite true when I realize that I always wanted to drive at a speed of 100+ but never got an opportunity or never dared probably. It means that I was provided a day to fulfill my dream in dreams, although, probably, killed at the end but I really lived a racer at least for a day.
So the conclusion was, it was me who created that racer out of me to live my own dream, and the racer gets killed after enjoying the race to its best. The phenomenon that I called as ‘killed’ was actually the completion of my wish in the dream world and getting me back to my real world by waking me up. It seems quite a logical explanation without any more answers to find out.
But the thing that puzzled me more now is – What is life then? Is it someone’s dream which I am living? Is my life the result of the subconscious of someone, who has incomplete wishes in his real life? The traits that I bear today are actually someone’s wish to be? I can feel everything in exactly the same way now as I felt in my dream. Everything is as real now as it was in my dream. Are the things around me real? What is reality? Should I call the death in this world as only the waking up of someone in some other world?Is it a Dream world or the reality that I am witnessing?
Dreams are reality or reality is a dream?
