The Mindless Mind

I kept falling, first I felt scared but later on I got used to it. I was still in mid air, free falling and waiting for the pain, the ground. Ground was totally visible, just a few feet below but still absolutely weightless, falling without any aim, without any reason. Suddenly I became still, a man in joker’s costume was standing in front of me with a pump in hand, he looked scary,  he smiled at me, something was fishy I could feel it inside me, I turned and started swimming in opposite direction. He started inflating a big bean bag, I was totally horrified. The faster I tried to swim away the slower I got, by this time I was sweating. He was still inflating it with a grin on his face. Finally I was at my home and my legs were back, sat for a while on the television set and my pet pig came and started feeding on my blood. An earthquake shook me and I ran out. The sky was full of stars, it was not an ordinary scene. I felt like standing on the roof of a space ship, all the asteroids around me. The best part was when moon swooshed just above my head, touching my hairs. I felt the rings of Saturn, its dust, the cold dust with my fingers. The view was spectacular, everything was amazing.  I jumped from the roof, started falling again but this time it short. I was lying on sand with a frozen lake in front of me, someone held my hand. I looked her, tried remembering, for a few seconds I froze, she was my classmate, a long lost friend. Don’t know why and how my eyes got wet and tears came out of my eyes, I was perfectly fine no emotional imbalance still tears were rolling out. She looked into my eyes, got closer and kissed me. She again held my hand and told me that she always wanted this. I felt like living rest of my life with her but out of nowhere she turned into my cousin touched. Her reflection turned into a white porcelain figure and broke into pieces which were scattered all over the paper beneath my fins. I felt like tied up, my scales got discoloured, some of them were missing. While I was looking myself in the mirror, my mom came and stood beside me...and the things went like this until the truth came out from the dark.

I was feeling confident yet I was shaking, my mom was in the mirror but not next to me, I had fins and scales, kissed a dead girl who changed into the most hated cousin, I was swimming, felt Saturn’s dust, a pig was my pet who fed on my blood. A joker horrified me for no reason, and I kept falling for hours. I heard somewhere that there are eleven dimensions in totality, only four can be felt. But I was living all of them, everything came and went in such a flow that it never felt odd, nothing seemed to be odd, everything seemed to absolutely normal. I wasn’t drugged, neither I was in future, it was a dream. Everyone dreams, hain na? And dreams are like this only, our own creation, the very work of our own mind. How do these things come in mind; such jumbled thoughts, such strange things, the senses, the feelings. Sometimes we wake up scared, sometimes crying, some talk while they are asleep, some even walk. And the weird part is we are never able to make out that we are living in a dream until the dream ends. We live so many beautiful moments, we have greater than life experiences, we do unbelievable stunts, we might not get scared easily but our dreams sometimes frighten us so much that sometimes the impact is left for days. Intelligent creatures say dreams are mirror to our inside, they reflects our thinking and everything that goes with us during the day. I agree with them, but why does our mind makes it so complex that we ourselves wonder what it actually meant? Why can’t the big box keep it in a simpler way? Why doesn’t the mind understand all this? People say we only use nine percent of our mind that means the rest of it goes wasted, or I guess rest of the place is used to make things difficult. May be rest of it is the sub-conscious part, the one responsible for that loud voice, that stops us every time we try doing something insane, something wrong. But leave it; I am talking about this playfulness of our mind. Why does it work so weirdly while our conscious mind rests? Kya humare dimaag ka khud ka dimag nahi hota? Why does it act in such an illogical way? Maybe after all the wise work it does in the day, it plays in such a mindless way!