dreams may be dreams

I’ve always wondered where dreams came from.

What I am talking about is not the kind that we see but hardly remember when we sleep; but rather the kind of dream that moves, shakes, and consumes us to do great (even horrible) things just to achieve it.

I’m curious about this because from the way I see it, dreams just pop out of nowhere. It was as if someone programmed these dreams and installed it to our systems. The tricky part though is the timing when these dreams do get installed and run.

There are a very lucky few who recognize their dreams early on. But for most of us, dreams are picked up along the way; influenced by their situation, their families, and friends. Once we realize what our dream is, we simply let go of everything else and try to pursue it the best way we can.

But what if one never realizes what his dreams are? What if his influences point him towards a direction that he was never born to be ready for? What does this make out of that person? Will that person be a complete failure?

Are our dreams unique? Is there a possibility that someone else out there is dreaming of the same thing?

I still have a lot of questions and ideas from my mind but at this hour (and the fatigue kicking in) I would have to call it a day. It’s time for me to sleep and maybe tomorrow find a way to do something about my own dreams.

photo was taken on a wet rooftop of my favorite supermarket in Greenhills.