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Thoughts after waking from a short nap:
Remembering a dream can be difficult enough, but trying to reenter a wonderful dream after a moment of wakefulness is sometimes a frustrating impossibility. There can be times that no matter how hard we may try to return to sleep, waking life calls us whether or not we actually need to be up. This is in contrast to those other circumstance when we cannot seem to escape the clutches of a fearful dream that we fall in and out of, wishing that it might go away and yet seeming unable to shake ourselves loose from that nightmare.
There are times when I will be dreaming of something most wonderful and pleasing only to be awakened for some reason. The phone might ring or some other external stimulus will rouse me from a blissful sleep. Sometimes I awaken for no real understandable reason other than my body sensing in some way that it needs to wake up my brain. This often occurs during a brief nap in the daytime. Perhaps there is something of the nature of a brain center of responsibility that is telling me to get back into the waking world because there is work to be done or the business of living to which to attend.
Indeed, sometimes the depths of sleep and dreaming beckon me to enter for some interminable length of time--perhaps even forever. My mind somewhat begrudging stirs and resists any attempt to return to sleep, to find again that dream that it so leisurely drifted through. I want to keep on dreaming that wonderful vision of sleep that calls to me from a secret place deep within me. But the dream is elusive and will not let me return into its magical realm.
I am a creature of the waking world for the time that I live. At times the necessity of sleep will open the door to that secret elusive dream world and let me in for a brief while. I cannot stay for that would violate the laws of being alive and wakefulness. I read, watch movies, listen to music, or let my imagination wander. Those are but substitutes for what my dream world promises me.
To return to the dream might be considered cheating life. The attempt to replace an imaginary paradise or even a chimerical hell by dreaming away life into an existence of mind only is a paradox to defy actual existence in order to become nonessential to the waking world. Dreams are intended to be fleeting and temporal as long as we exist in the world of the living.
As much as we try to return to the dream or escape from it, the dream is an unreal reality of the mind or a real unreality to our interaction with the living world. We often want that which we cannot have, but every so often we all get a small taste of it.
Do you think that death could be a doorway into the world where our dreams exist? Have you ever tried to return to a sweet dream that eluded you? Are you able to go back to sleep after waking and continue a dream that you were having?