Passion

I have lived a thousand lives and all I did was close my eyes.

Our minds work in fascinating ways. When we sleep, it produces arguably the most engaging artform of all: Dreams.

What we experience as a nocturnal wonder of subconsciousness is actually our mind firing up random brain cells as some form of neurophysiological maintenance. This can simulate sensations usually transmitted by our senses, where the stimuli might not be real, but the responses are. This can create memories that may not have been experienced by our bodies, but our minds. Since we've trained our brains all our lives to logically explain experiences, it naturally attempts to make sense of these memories.

Sometimes they don't make sense at all or the dreams themselves are just really mundane, and our brains automatically dismiss them as non-essential information. That's why--similar to the way we don't notice seeing our own nose every day, we forget most of our dreams, even if we all dream multiple times every night.

But every once in a while, they make so much sense or are so bizarre that they leave a vivid impression on us. These are the dreams we tend to remember. Those that felt exceptionally real to me, I've documented below for posterity...

Free Time

That obscure and brief void in time, when for a moment, nobody is watching you...nothing is expected of you. The world forgets about you, just for a moment, long enough for you to feel like the clock wasn't ticking; like life wasn't so short; like the sun didn't set nor did the moon rise. And in between the echoing ticks of the second hand, you realize that you always had control; you could've always chosen what you would do. And in that second, you decide...what to live for.