Maybe I don’t care

I think we have two fears in life: fear of death, and fear of dreams. I don’t mean hopes and aspirations, on the contrary, I meant real dreams. That other realm and other life we inevitably live in every day. We do live in our dreams and have a separate life. We spend one third of our life sleeping and dreaming. That’s just the way us humans were created.

Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.
- John Updike

But why dreams? I mean we already suffer in this life while we are awake, why have dreams then? What do they mean?

I dream really bazaar dreams. Things that I would never in my life imagine, and I tend to be a creative imaginative person in real life. I think my dreams are at another level of unbelievability. However, my dreams lately have had a common theme. I am always a watcher. I always stand there and see other’s actions and not do anything about it. No matter how wrong the other person is, I just sit there and watch.

What does it mean? Am I becoming that person in real life? I think I am. I just watch, and that’s it. I see people doing things wrong or acting in a foolish manner and I just sit quietly and watch. Is it that I don’t care, or I am helpless?

I don’t know, I just can’t imagine my self being that way, or maybe I am and I am just in denial. Maybe I don’t care about anyone at all anymore and my dreams are a reflection of that.

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