Eyes Wide Shut

Have you ever had a dream that felt so real, yet you wished was anything but that? A dream that blurred the lines between fact and fiction so much that it made you cringe at the mere thought of it? A dream that suspended your reality and trapped you in state between insomnia and frighteningly alert? I had such a dream – and it scared the bejesus out of me.

Ironic how our minds work, isn’t it? Normally, when our dreams take us to fantasy land and show us grandiose visions, our mind is so quick to shove them to the abyss of our subconscious. Yet when we’re shown the grave and stark images of evil, there’s nothing we can do to erase them.

For once, I’m actually going to refrain from sharing the details of this vivid dream – mainly because I’d rather just forget about it completely, than have this blog serve as a constant reminder. A million thoughts cross our minds daily, but the other handful that we push aside, resurface from our subconscious into our dreams, and open up our eyes to the possibilities that lay beneath – even with our eyes wide shut.