The other night, I dreamt of you. In my dream I felt your beautiful sight, your intoxicating smell, and your subtle touch. I was conscious that you were holding me tightly in your arms and I was melting within. Then you leaned forward, smiled and whispered in the softest voice, ‘Shall we dance?’ And we danced. I saw us dance. I felt us dance. It seemed like, in my dream, I was both the observer and the observed. I was no longer just me. I was a part of us. You were not my mere memory or my dream anymore. You were my happiness. Yes, I was happy. The bliss drifted through me as mighty rivers arbor through their delta; slowly and pervasively irrigating my senses all over.
And then I woke up. The dream was over. Yet, the contentment lingered. I was still happy. Deep within me, I could feel us dancing. I could still feel you. You were real. They will cite ‘dissociative conscious state’ as the underlying reason where excessive stimulation of certain parts of the brain (amygdala, hippocampus, temporal lobe in the cortex, etc.) ‘splits’ consciousness and the mind can experience a whole lot without actual sensory inputs from the body. Memories are tapped into, fantasies are exploited and a synthetic reality is seamlessly constructed by the hyperactive mind. But then, I cannot deny the happiness I felt. Whatever the reality may be relative to the whole world, I did ‘hear’ you whisper ever so softly, ‘Shall we dance?’ And… we danced.
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