<Bài viết đã được chỉnh sửa lúc 2005-07-20 04:18:36Tayduii>
Illusions
He looked at the sky, a blue grey color, and he didn’t see any clouds but two suns : one was yellow, excessively luminous, and the other seemed paler. He was walking slowly along a wide esplanade, a kind of long green grass garden with two endless ranks of trees on both sides.
No human noise but there was the whisper of the wind and the clapping of the leaves. He felt as if he was floating in the air. He looked at his feet, they didn’t touch the ground. He was gliding about ten or fifteen meters above the earth. He said to himself “I want to go home, nobody’s here.” He grew up in a crowded and polluted city and he hated deserted places. This place made me uneasy. He thought. “In the direction of the bright sun, it will be better. Paris should be there.”
He continued for one hour and arrived at a cross-roads. Two policemen in civilian clothes were standing by a brown tree. “Which direction is Paris ? Please. “ One of them with a monotonous voice asked him “What is your name ?” “My name is Dany.” “Tell us more about yourself !” “I grew up in the Far East but now, I live in Paris” The man said “Strange destiny.” He answered “Big cities are my destinations.” The oldest man showed a street with large sidewalks “This way.”
After a half hour, he recognized his street. The shops were closed. A few tourists, in their short and tee-shirts, were walking with maps in their hands. There was a modern building at number 33 where he lived. “I live in an old buiding constructed in the 1800’s. It’s not mine. I’m dreaming. I must wake up.” He tried to open his eyes.
Before last year, when he knew that he was in a dream, he immediately got out of it, but during this last time, he stayed in the dream for a while before waking up. He explained his case to his doctor, who persuaded him that it was normal. “Your heart became stronger and stable. It beats regularly and you could dream without interruption even when your consciousness came back. When our heart was weak, provoked by abnormal ideas, it accelerated and we woke up.” The doctor added that there were several dream worlds. We could be in one of them when we were ready to recognize and understand this world. The lowest was filled by primary thoughts, life issues and bestial situations. The upper ones would be more tempered, colorful, cheerfully luminous, where people were happy but when we were inside for the first time, we should feel unfamiliar and anguished. But he also said that the scientists’ point of view was simpler and dreams were only a relatively random assembly of real world images, like a surrealist painting.
He opened the eyes, he was laying in a wooden bed. He left the room and went onto the interior balcony. He was on the second floor of a hotel, a U shape building. In front of the balcony, he clearly saw the rooms aligned on the opposite side. A couple came up to him. He asked them, “What day is it ? Please.” The woman said “Saturday”. “What year is it ?” The woman glanced at the man “Shall we tell him the truth ?” “Yes, go ahead.” “We are in the year 2011.” “Are we ? No, it’s amazing…I’m sure that the year 2001 was yesterday. Years have passed…” He rushed back to his room and went into the bathroom. In front of the mirror, he saw his face appeared, the same eyes, the same look, the same smile. He was the same. “No, no... I am still dreaming after having woken up” He rushed to the windows.
Outside, on a bicycle, a naked woman was riding. Her hair was flowing on her creamy-white shoulders. She was attractive. Suddenly, he said to himself “She is surely sleeping without clothes in the real world !. Otherwise, her face was unknown to me and we had not met each other before.” He tried to reason following the scientists concept, “if I were dreaming, I should have met her in the real world before but it’s not the case. We are in the year 2011; the real world was ten year earlier and I would see her face only after my waking up.” Illogical situation… Were dreams the reconstitution of the past from real world’s images or should dreams be carried on in parallel worlds ? And sleeping might help to find the connection between two of them.
Destinations or illusions ? In other words, we could travel from one world to another as if they had been the destinations of a trip, train stations; or even when we had got out of a dream, the present world could still be illusion until one day we would wake up again and would find the real world, stable and eternal.
“By the way, have I woken up ?”.
He looked at the sky, a blue grey color, and he didn’t see any clouds but two suns : one was yellow, excessively luminous, and the other seemed paler. He was walking slowly along a wide esplanade, a kind of long green grass garden with two endless ranks of trees on both sides.
No human noise but there was the whisper of the wind and the clapping of the leaves. He felt as if he was floating in the air. He looked at his feet, they didn’t touch the ground. He was gliding about ten or fifteen meters above the earth. He said to himself “I want to go home, nobody’s here.” He grew up in a crowded and polluted city and he hated deserted places. This place made me uneasy. He thought. “In the direction of the bright sun, it will be better. Paris should be there.”
He continued for one hour and arrived at a cross-roads. Two policemen in civilian clothes were standing by a brown tree. “Which direction is Paris ? Please. “ One of them with a monotonous voice asked him “What is your name ?” “My name is Dany.” “Tell us more about yourself !” “I grew up in the Far East but now, I live in Paris” The man said “Strange destiny.” He answered “Big cities are my destinations.” The oldest man showed a street with large sidewalks “This way.”
After a half hour, he recognized his street. The shops were closed. A few tourists, in their short and tee-shirts, were walking with maps in their hands. There was a modern building at number 33 where he lived. “I live in an old buiding constructed in the 1800’s. It’s not mine. I’m dreaming. I must wake up.” He tried to open his eyes.
Before last year, when he knew that he was in a dream, he immediately got out of it, but during this last time, he stayed in the dream for a while before waking up. He explained his case to his doctor, who persuaded him that it was normal. “Your heart became stronger and stable. It beats regularly and you could dream without interruption even when your consciousness came back. When our heart was weak, provoked by abnormal ideas, it accelerated and we woke up.” The doctor added that there were several dream worlds. We could be in one of them when we were ready to recognize and understand this world. The lowest was filled by primary thoughts, life issues and bestial situations. The upper ones would be more tempered, colorful, cheerfully luminous, where people were happy but when we were inside for the first time, we should feel unfamiliar and anguished. But he also said that the scientists’ point of view was simpler and dreams were only a relatively random assembly of real world images, like a surrealist painting.
He opened the eyes, he was laying in a wooden bed. He left the room and went onto the interior balcony. He was on the second floor of a hotel, a U shape building. In front of the balcony, he clearly saw the rooms aligned on the opposite side. A couple came up to him. He asked them, “What day is it ? Please.” The woman said “Saturday”. “What year is it ?” The woman glanced at the man “Shall we tell him the truth ?” “Yes, go ahead.” “We are in the year 2011.” “Are we ? No, it’s amazing…I’m sure that the year 2001 was yesterday. Years have passed…” He rushed back to his room and went into the bathroom. In front of the mirror, he saw his face appeared, the same eyes, the same look, the same smile. He was the same. “No, no... I am still dreaming after having woken up” He rushed to the windows.
Outside, on a bicycle, a naked woman was riding. Her hair was flowing on her creamy-white shoulders. She was attractive. Suddenly, he said to himself “She is surely sleeping without clothes in the real world !. Otherwise, her face was unknown to me and we had not met each other before.” He tried to reason following the scientists concept, “if I were dreaming, I should have met her in the real world before but it’s not the case. We are in the year 2011; the real world was ten year earlier and I would see her face only after my waking up.” Illogical situation… Were dreams the reconstitution of the past from real world’s images or should dreams be carried on in parallel worlds ? And sleeping might help to find the connection between two of them.
Destinations or illusions ? In other words, we could travel from one world to another as if they had been the destinations of a trip, train stations; or even when we had got out of a dream, the present world could still be illusion until one day we would wake up again and would find the real world, stable and eternal.
“By the way, have I woken up ?”.
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