Cycopl

a window within a window

I'm not a really deep person. I'm not saying I'm shallow or anything, but I'm not a very poetic person. When I want to express my feelings, I find it very hard to come up with any poetic devices or pretty words to symbolize it. I just say "i'm happy", or "i'm sad". One of the main reasons I've never written any real lyrics to any of the songs I've written... I can't ever come up with any words to match the feelings I put into the song, so I don't even bother.

But I had a weird dream before I woke up this morning, approximately seven minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off (I love when that happens). I dreamt that I was back in high school. It was almost like a typical day there, except all of the classes I had were classes that don't really exist at high school, and every class I had was ridiculously far away from the last one. I.E. my first hour class was on the outer edge of building six, second hour was on the opposite side of building five, third hour back on the opposite side of building six, etc. But that's not really the point.

I think I was in my seminar class or something, and the teacher was handing us papers... I'm thinking they were supposed to be graded papers, but they didn't have any marks on it by the teacher, just by us. Anyway, I remember examining the paper, and it was really nothing special, kind of like a math worksheet or something. But I turned it around, and on the other side was some writing, and it was my handwriting. It was written very small and down in the corner of the paper, and it said, "it's fun to view the world through a window within a window". Directly to the right of it was a little picture (drawn by me) of a hand-puppet (a very simple one like this). The head of the puppet was a charicature of me, with long hair. It was drawn in the style that I draw, and I commonly doodled charicatures of myself when I was in school, so I'm sure I drew the picture.

Anyway, I woke up directly after I read the paper, and it's been stuck in my mind since I woke up. I just wonder what it means... My initial interpretation is that our existence is our window to the world; and when we dream, we are in an existence within an existence, a window within a window. It's fun because our dreams are only limited by what our minds try to make real. In some dreams, our mind perceives flying as perfectly reasonable. I've had dreams where I can run through the air, as long as I'm running fast enough, and I never once thought during the dream, "that's impossible", because I was doing it.

I really want to think that this dream had a very deep meaning, and not just some random dream.

welp, time to get ready for work.

Posted by at September 29, 2003 11:22 AM