Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

The thoughts kept floating from some unknown source. They kept appearing before my blank spatial mind, allowing me to nourish them and if necessary, erase them from the memory storage.  But I have no idea how much information it can hold onto. Despite being such a tiny object, how our brain contains so much garbage of information at the same time, baffles me. It leaves me bewildered with ecstasy and enormous amount of curiosity. As days keep flowing, my curiosity in the mechanism of brain keeps increasing like an exponential curve. But as I said, I have only curiosity as I don’t have enough source or knowledge or depth in biology to dig deep into it.

There are so many mysteries associated with it that it will at least take a lifetime for me to unfold all of them one by one. Even if I were able to unfurl all the stuff, there will still be something left to be explored and discovered in the realm of the subconscious. There will be something that will need some level of attention.

The knowledge of the subconscious will not be the final destination itself. It has its layers and levels that need to be touched upon as I go ahead in time. There is that deeper world of the abstract and the absurd that I want to get indulged in. If you have read some of my previous works, you must have realized how much I get fascinated by the concept and interpretation of dreams. Dreams enrapture me through their absurd nature as they appear so vivid and real that sometimes they just leave me spellbound with their realistic nature. But why? Why do dreams hold that power over me? They have that hypnotic nature that catches my attention every time I have one in the dead hours of the dark night. My dreams have been symbols of my utmost fear towards the ocean as most often I find myself deserted in the middle of a vast canvas of blue salty water. I find myself helpless and hopeless in the midst of that terrified view. But in the dream itself, I start reflecting upon myself that no, this is just a dream, nothing much. Just a dream, is what I utter to my inner self to console or comfort.

Reality begins to blur in front of my eyes as the ocean keeps getting closer and closer every second towards me. The moment it’s going to hit me, boom, my eyes get opened, I finally realize I was in the middle of a horrifying dream that, I wish, would never come true.