I read in the papers that scientists may have found a way to control dreaming, especially lucid dreaming. ‘Recurring nightmares could soon be a thing of the past...’
Good for sufferers of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Maybe, maybe not.
And what of the rest of us?
Where would we be without our dreams?
Half asleep, in the early morning, when ideas, nightmares, visions, slip in unexpected, under duvet cover, in the cold light of dawn, pierce your subconscious and wake you up, exhausted.
Remove this portal to another, magical, ethereal world open wide to-
Accountants? Statisticians? Computer Graphs?
Exclude astronomers, mathematicians, philosophers, all those who, from the dawn of time, had the most extraordinary, enquiring minds, delving deeper below the surface.
Ever Googled famous accountants who became world leaders? Ha!
Imagine, if you can, a dreamless Kafka, Steven King, Martin Luther to name but three?
Perhaps I didn’t really read it... perhaps I’m dreaming the ‘wrong kind of dreams’ in some totalitarian state.
Please God, whichever God, wake me up from this nightmare.
Give me unreal sanity over sanitised reality any time.
Over to you, Arthur O'Shaughnessy:-
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers
And sitting by desolate streams;—
...Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
...For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
