All posts tagged: dreams

Painted Memories

The other day I was having a conversation about dreams and nightmares with some of my friends. I got to hear a lot of crazy stories and some of them were eerie experiences of sleeping paralysis. As some of you might know and agree it could be a worse experience of them all. Thankfully I didn’t ever have a perception that could be called sleeping paralysis in direct terms. However, I noticed that some of them believes that sleeping paralysis is a spiritual phenomenon and that, spirits truly come and take over the control of their body. I could not agree less. However, as the time went on those stories of dreams and nightmares changed into the experiences of familiarity. Meaning, events that seem like they have already happened in the past; also known as déjà vu. A common intuitive experience that happens or has happened to many of us. A couple of months ago I was on a trip to a beach. It’s a place I visit twice or thrice a year. And every time …

A Forgotten Song

He Writes: “Lighter tone and an ensnaring comfort. A hoary sun upon my face and her. The hills of stones and permanent ways through her chest. Unbridled oscillations, rising up; then falling down again. A peaceful amble; it’s zephyr, it’s warm, it’s soft, it’s homeward..” He writes again: ‘Yesterday morning was a bit confusing for me. I had dreams that I don’t get to see anymore. Or it’d be hard to comply if I ever had one like this before; regarding the context. The colors in the dream were almost monochromatic. They were grey, rather dark. Turned out the weather outside was liable for the event. It was all fogged up and the dismal weather made the morning seem like a dark evening. It was around 7:30, and the darker tone in my room on to my eyes made me have that dream in the similar hue. However, the context and the hue of the dream alone was not enough for me to write about it. In fact I wound not have been writing this blog …

Beneath the Shrouds of Thoughts

By Bidisha Sinha // greatdipper.wordpress.com A gold digger chips on in a dark, dingy mine while his face gets plastered with mud… the silence of the night broken by the constant chipping… the music feels the room and into my veins of thoughts. As the cigarette smoke infiltrates my senses, my mind wanders in and out of the things that have happened with me and others. How the lives that is entwined with mine have been living on edges of reality and the unexplained… and yet we all live on with our lives.. isn’t it.. Borderline crazy??? I have submerged my god or ghost consciousness at the altar of science… yet today.. things go beyond my reasons. The only other time I felt this crazy was when I was in love .. but love and bewilderment and fear are different things— differing in their basic anatomy of impact. I was hoping I would never have to write about my dreams—that dreams are exaggerations of our thoughts— convoluted by the feelings that we can never perceive. …