Learning how to dream? (part 2 and final)

So what about our first dream then? Could the experience compare like to like to that of our first few steps?

Falling asleep one day, at dusk. The memories of the day fast fading away as those little demons of the night steal your consciousness and your mind shuts down looking forward to the welcoming blackness of a dreamless night.

But tonight is different …

Something has changed in your mind. A chemical reaction perhaps? An exceptional experience in the last few hours? A naughty, nocturnal, little demon playing games with those tiny gray cells living in your confused head?

Who knows … but thousands of stars populate the emptiness of your mind tonight. Bright stars, silent stars, moving stars that your brain fails to fully comprehend. You extend your arms, aiming up towards the all involving and tonight ever changing sky, trying to reach those titillating beings breaking the otherwise uniform blackness so familiar to you.

And then, as the mist enters the valley in the cover of night, your first dream takes shape in your brain. Made of images, hopes, desires, fears … but at the same time as real as your daily life. You can feel your heart racing with apprehension, with excitement, with anticipation. And your mind fails to recognise the meaning of a dream because you can touch, you can hear, you can taste, you can smell … it is real as life itself.

And only when you wake up, as the early rays of the sun caress your skin in the early morning and the beginning of a new day … only then, you mind starts to grasp the meaning of a dream.