From past few days, I have been experiencing most vivid of my dreams and the feelings attached to them are so real, that it is making opinions on people and things, permanent in my head.
It is my habit to…let’s say “deduce” the causes of my dreams, which means I am actually able to make out, what I saw. For example I saw an airport in my dream, not because I was concentrating way too hard upon it when awake, but because it went to unconscious memory-box since I never really paid enough attention to the posts on social networking sites that would bring curiosity or any other thought in my head which could possible register this image of airport in my head to the conscious-memory box. For my part, it is a proven fact that when we sleep, our brain sort out memories. And then it is also a fact that our unconscious mind tries to contact us during the dream process without alerting the conscious mind.
Now I’ll explain it to you by describing you my dream.
WARNING: I’ve experienced the most weirdest of dreams that you can ever imagine.
Sometimes I wonder, why these are so amusing, I could pass a lifetime musing about their sheer creativeness. I swear on my mother, this is real. Here:
I went out with my cousin sister to buy something important and as you know, everything-makes-sense-in-dreams, we end up at an airport. I clearly remember that it had walls like that of a lobby of a fancy hotel, black shiny marble-brick shaped reflecting the diffused white lights of the day. We were strolling that place as we were on some kind of trip when I saw Benedict Cumberbatch (Please don’t make fun of me, I am serious), basically he is my fandom-god right now. I was not really surprised to see him at some distance behaving very normally as any other celebrity does however, feeling very happy. And then I did, what I usually do whenever I want to take a photograph in public i.e. pretending I am playing a game while keeping the phone low and moving around in a casual manner in a hope to set focus right. I remember capturing the photograph that ended up headless and a blurry version of shiny black suit, white shirt and black tie. And then, I don’t know what struck me, I was made conscious of this mad streak inside me which wanted to actually CONFRONT HIM. Therefore, I started running towards him like a man chasing his stolen car, thereby finally meeting him. BUT HE BEHAVES VERY NORMALLY! Does not shows any unreasonable affection towards me!And hey, Here comes my cousin, the opportunist, since I have asked for a photograph. And suddenly, I am clueless that whose phone will perform the task of taking a photograph, actually considering if it will be Benedict’s phone and then finally gesturing towards my sister who would lend us her phone because me and Benedict, both agree that my phone has a bad picture quality. (Bwahaha!). Next, we know that he has to leave somewhere else, so he won’t get clicked right now but supposedly (I don’t know whose idea it was) we are to follow him for a while as he is surrounded by bunch of other people. So as I follow, I finally start doing what fans actually do. Saying precisely this : “Oh god, now I can die in peace” as he smiles back awkwardly. Next thing, (Please don’t kill me) I see very strange kind of, I don’t know “ride” (my dreams are full of rides ironic to real life which is just bland) It is an autorikshaw, only found in India that can glide on water as it makes its way across through this narrow way filled with water, surrounded by natural environment. And next thing we see is that people are getting on it and I am excited to sit next to him, when my sister hops in and take that seat. But fortunately, I don’t start crying, just disappointed and accepting when I see a space for one more in that strange ride like thing which I accidentally invented in my dream.
Ah, it was Really awkward then. Too much of adjusting. I prefer forgetting this one except for the ride, which even my unconscious mind rejoice and has thus presented it to me in two simultaneous but different dreams. (Though the second time I was like-No its too much of a trouble to try this ride again.) So as the journey finally ends, I see myself standing in front of dear god of the fandom, while he sat facing right side, supported by a pillar and surrounded by people which are a big blur. I am shooting down theories and questions at him where I am I believe trying to sound unique and not just a mainstream fan. But then, I am not really sure he is listening to me or not. I thought not, but then at the end, I see him nodding still facing the right direction but before he could say something, he is interrupted as he excuses himself and leave, of-course leaving the wish of a photograph unfulfilled.
Benedict Cumberbatch: I was watching season 3 marathon of Sherlock starring Benedict Cumberbatch and also because I spent rest of the day browsing him on Facebook. Now I remember the days where I actually wanted dreams about a specific person I fangirl about. But it was a failure until now. Its not that I am advising you to try it, since every mind work uniquely, but yes if you are constantly things into your conscious-memory box, its leakage to the unconscious memory-box becomes more smooth because absence of vacant space for thoughts. So when you are truly obsessing over someone whole day, according to probability, it is likely that you would dream about them. Therefore this happened.
Meeting: Now why is that, I met him in such a real situation which is not really dreamy and also not as a fictional character but as an actor?
I would say, Denial.
I remember thinking to myself that I would never like to meet him ever, since I am a bit socially awkward and would not know how to react to such an imaginary situation. Therefore, somewhere in my mind I was blocking this possibility which then made my mind sense a pattern for a problem. Again its a fact that our mind tries to solve problems to the situation when we are sleeping. This is because when we are dreaming, we are not aware that we are dreaming. Hence, when your mind wants to show you that you reconciled with an old friend, you actually feel a bit relieved when you wake up. So that’s why I saw it.
That weird ride: If there is any symbolism in my dreams ever, it would be this. To me it is accepting my weirdness. Its like arranging a confrontation of my two different and maybe conflicting parts of my mind that created the problem in the first place. Consider this, the ride symbolizes my weird creativity and on the other hand, Cumberbatch symbolizes a part of my mind which I consider sacred and keep safe from the awkwardness of the world. My sister becomes the mediator who arranges the confrontation and the smooth water represents that after all, the union of mind is underway. Its really hard to remember how I made this ride thingy but I can tell you rides and narrow staircases are very usual part of my dreams. Drop me an opinion about them, will you?
Photograph: Its a fact that I believe, like many other girls, I can never have a perfect photograph. Also, Cumberbatch in a convention appeared in photographs with fans. So we know, from where the wish is derived.
Now you may ask, how the hell do you remember this?
It is very scientific actually, according to psychological researches, if you try to remember your dreams more often, your passage way between unconscious memory box and conscious memory box becomes smooths, to so much extent that (my addition) that memories flood back to you like a whim. Once you have become natural at recalling, you’ll see while remembering a single dream, the memories of the older dreams would come back in a manner or say an epiphany which will force you to think harder if it was reality or just a dream. The reasons behind the dream objects becomes clearer too.
OR IT COULD BE THAT I AM A PSYCHIC, SINCE A DAY AFTER MY DREAM I READ CUMBERBATCH WAS PHOTOGRAPHED AT AN AIRPORT AND A FRIEND OF MINE, WHO HAPPEN TO BE IN L.A. SAW HIM TOO BUT FAILED TO PHOTOGRAPH HIM, SINCE ACTOR HAD TO LEAVE, URGENTLY.
(you should have seen my face.)
Here is him at the London’s Heathrow Airport airport, doesn’t it look like black tiles in the background?