Post by Amara on Mar 3, 2009 21:41:59 GMT -5
Dreams are the stuff of life. People live and breathe to the melody of dreams. Dreams make up people's future and help the past be remembered. They are the simple beauty of a person's mind...so perfect and so wonderful. But should everyone be able to dream? Do the dead also deserve to dream?
It's sad to think about...but I once could sleep. I could dream...and the dreams that passed through my mind were so fantastical and so mystical that I could sit and think about them for hours, just to try to divine some kind of meaning. Dreams fascinated me. Other people's dreams were just as exquisite...like fine dining. You sample a bit of everyone's to see whose is better. If someone else's dream was better...there wasn't much you could do...but marvel and study and ponder.
Now that I am in aspects dead...I do not dream. I don't require sleep, and I have found it impossible to do so. I never thought that I would see that as an unsatisfactory point of vampirism...but it is one of the worst things. While everyone else is sleeping, and dreaming, the night away...I am awake. Perhaps I am stalking those who sleep too soundly...or maybe I am sitting at their window, listening to them breathe because I no longer have too. Snores fascinate me. They annoy other people...but when you go without it for years and centuries...it is an interesting sound indeed.
There are other dreams. Of course there are daydreams...which I am not deprived of. I can daydream all I want, though I don't particularly care to do. There are more beneficial things to do than spend the hours of productive night than daydream. ((My day is night...so does that make it a night-dream?))
Dreams can be goals that people set. I wish it mattered if I set goals for myself...but it doesn't. I can set whatever goal I want to...and eventually, I will achieve it. It could take a day...or it could take a hundred years...but I will achieve it. It's just pointless to set goals for myself. The only thing I cannot ever achieve is overcoming blood lust...the Thirst...or being able to step into full sunlight. Or being allergic to silver...which is quite a hassle, by the way.
Do we, the Dead Ones, deserve to dream? You could say yes...because the only dreaming we are deprived of is that of sweet sleep. But I think the answer is no. We are not allowed to dream because of some divine person's punishment for being what we are. Apparantly, they do not believe we should be able to dream. Maybe it is only me that longs for simple pleasures like dreaming...but it is one of the most prominant things that I ultimately miss.
Maybe all of this is because we are the very fabric of nightmares. We haunt people's pleasant dreams and turn them sour. Maybe we don't deserve to dream after all. Maybe I am selfish. Maybe I just think too much.
Whether I am right, wrong, or completely off topic...the only thing I wish for...the only thing I truly desire in this moment is to be able to dream again. I would have to be more human for that. Fat chance of that ever happening. I suppose I will have to settle for being a living nightmare. Pity...
It's sad to think about...but I once could sleep. I could dream...and the dreams that passed through my mind were so fantastical and so mystical that I could sit and think about them for hours, just to try to divine some kind of meaning. Dreams fascinated me. Other people's dreams were just as exquisite...like fine dining. You sample a bit of everyone's to see whose is better. If someone else's dream was better...there wasn't much you could do...but marvel and study and ponder.
Now that I am in aspects dead...I do not dream. I don't require sleep, and I have found it impossible to do so. I never thought that I would see that as an unsatisfactory point of vampirism...but it is one of the worst things. While everyone else is sleeping, and dreaming, the night away...I am awake. Perhaps I am stalking those who sleep too soundly...or maybe I am sitting at their window, listening to them breathe because I no longer have too. Snores fascinate me. They annoy other people...but when you go without it for years and centuries...it is an interesting sound indeed.
There are other dreams. Of course there are daydreams...which I am not deprived of. I can daydream all I want, though I don't particularly care to do. There are more beneficial things to do than spend the hours of productive night than daydream. ((My day is night...so does that make it a night-dream?))
Dreams can be goals that people set. I wish it mattered if I set goals for myself...but it doesn't. I can set whatever goal I want to...and eventually, I will achieve it. It could take a day...or it could take a hundred years...but I will achieve it. It's just pointless to set goals for myself. The only thing I cannot ever achieve is overcoming blood lust...the Thirst...or being able to step into full sunlight. Or being allergic to silver...which is quite a hassle, by the way.
Do we, the Dead Ones, deserve to dream? You could say yes...because the only dreaming we are deprived of is that of sweet sleep. But I think the answer is no. We are not allowed to dream because of some divine person's punishment for being what we are. Apparantly, they do not believe we should be able to dream. Maybe it is only me that longs for simple pleasures like dreaming...but it is one of the most prominant things that I ultimately miss.
Maybe all of this is because we are the very fabric of nightmares. We haunt people's pleasant dreams and turn them sour. Maybe we don't deserve to dream after all. Maybe I am selfish. Maybe I just think too much.
Whether I am right, wrong, or completely off topic...the only thing I wish for...the only thing I truly desire in this moment is to be able to dream again. I would have to be more human for that. Fat chance of that ever happening. I suppose I will have to settle for being a living nightmare. Pity...