Dreams

What are dreams?

"A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep." That is the definition of a dream. But, what proof is there? How can we tell when we are dreaming? How does it differ from reality? It really does not. What's life but what we imagine it to be? What's life but a series of thoughts, a series of sensations? And what's the definition of life? What's the meaning? "The condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death." That is life. We live to die. In the eyes of the logical being, it is simple. But are humans logical? Do we blindly follow only what we can observe with our own eyes? If so, then what for religion? What for faith? What for hope? What for love? Is love something we can see? A definite, clear object that is either there or it is not? Is love so static, so simple? Can it be defined? No. Love can only be defined by it's synonyms. What of affection? To someone who knows none, how would you explain the feeling so that they might no it? You cannot. Because it is not a logical concept. Because we humans are not logical beings. We live our perceived life, following our faith, following our beliefs, following our convictions; with no proof that any of them are true. With no proof that any of them are real. Are we asleep? Are we awake? Can we really tell through a simple pinch? If you were to be pinched, and wake up from your life as a child once more, would you believe it? What if we lie asleep for our whole lives, and only in death do we awake? What if our perceived 'sleep' is but an illusion to our bodies that there is some sense of purpose in each passing day? What then? When our beloved life is shattered, proven false, torn apart, debunked, what then? How do we react? We are belligerent, we are angry, and we are confused. We revert to nothing more but the newborn animals we are, struggling to understand this strange and foreign place we were birthed into. And then we die. What if, in that instant, when you awake, you remember everything about the real world? If you came back, would you share? If what you learned shattered our reality, proved it to be nothing more than a dream, who would stay asleep? Who would awaken? What would you do?