You got to wonder sometimes. What are dreams? What is their use? Those endless amount of images that fly through our minds while we "sleep". What is the point of their existance?
I've heard lots of differents opinions. I've heard on the TV that some scientists believe, based on experiments, that without dreams, we cannot sleep. That some experiences have proven that if you disturb the person just when he's about to start dreaming, countless times, not only do they become completely deprived of sleep, they go sort of crazy.
Other opinions say that dreams solve problems. Not math problems, mind you, just... problems and dilemas in our life. Others believe that they have a meaning, and are a sign that either something is wrong, or something significant is happening, etc.
Or we could just say they're a bunch of image slides displaying themselves based on our last thoughts before we go to bed, or something we experienced recently, or just something we saw on TV.
OR simply our imagination going a little wild. Afterall, what's wrong with creativity?
In the end, I guess I should explain the sudden question about dreams. I had a dream last night. Nothing special. Nothing exceptionally weird (as most of my dreams are). But it had a strange sensation to it, as most dreams do. But this dream made me happy. I dreamt of a friend, among others, that used to be my classmate last year. Now that all my friends have changed schools, it's become a bit more difficult to see eachother or keep in touch. Especially since, not only does he go to a different school, but he lives quite far out of the city. Nonetheless, there have been times where I have come across him at the mall after school. We say hello, ask how our lives have been treating us (mostly school related), and that's pretty much it, because it normally ends by the fact that one of the other has to go back to a group of friends, or in my case, back to my dad-- to go back home.
And it's normal to have short conversations, I guess, now that we're not classmates and seeing eachother everyday, but even so. I can't help but ask why it can't be as casual. As "friendly." I just can't help but miss the guy, I suppose, probably because he made my days at school hectic with his pranks and jokes, but it was fun in the end. He was labled annoying sometimes, but the kind of annoying guy you liked to have around anyway, since he made the atmosphere so much more less serious.
What makes me really wonder, though, is why all these thoughts, if despite being my "friend", I never really knew him as well as some others. He was a... friendly aquaintance, that I was able to consider a friend because of the fact that he was so friendly.
But I guess there's no point making it a big deal. I just miss the past, what I'd cheesily call the "old times" where things were less stressful, a bit more carefree, and much more silly, especially when he was there to make a mess.
And I bet anybody reading this would immadiately conclude that I have a crush on this guy. But that is hard to prove, seeing as I don't have the symptoms, aside from missing him. Besides, there shouldn't be anything stange about liking a guy without actually having feelings for him. But then again, who knows. I just find that possibility far-fetched, and cruel, since I can't possibly "like" him right after he stopped "liking" me. Haha.
I guess I didn't come here to talk about dreams, but rather the people in it, although normally my dreams are full of fiction people, and if any people I know are present, they act out of character, which makes them weird too.
Alas, I am rambling, and I can't seem to get to the point, since I don't know what point I'm trying to make! Oh dilema. I'll leave it at this.
P.S. How ironic that I post something about a guy friend just a day after I read Chai's post about her old friend. Maybe that triggered this whole thing?
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