I realize that I had just knocked the glass of water at my bedside table and had hit my hand against the sharp edge of the table.
I am still alive. I am in my warm and cozy bed. Comfortable and safe.
But the pain is real!
I often think that the world of dream has so many mistakes. It is never prefect. Perhaps I love mistakes, that’s why I dream so often. While sleeping or waking, I dream always. My wakeful dreams are connived.
They are essentially an escape. A retreat for my soul.
And the dreams that I dream while sleeping are the unpalatable thoughts, fears, flaws and lonesomeness that I push behind all day long. Sometimes I am at a deserted, unknown place, not knowing how to get out from there, next moment I am running on a railway platform trying to catch a train!
There is never a symmetry or sanity to the occurrences in dreams.