Sleepers

When I close my eyes at night, I am not placing my life on the shelf to wait until the morning. In sleep my mind discovers or creates worlds far away from the simple, harsh one I call my own. In sleep I embark on adventures far beyond my wildest, conscious dreams and it is those worlds and adventures that I seek to remember and recreate in consciousness. When we really ponder life, it has little to offer us but a potentially blissful childhood followed by endless indoctrination of behavior and values by others. Disappointment has been an ever-near friend to me these past ten years as the life I thought could be mine suddenly seemed to lose its charm and attainability. The world is full of once blank canvases that have been shit on by others who could not stand to see something untouched, unblemished by humanity and its constant desire to turn the most beautiful of things into a tortured, perverted, and lifeless joke. 


We harbor daring dreams, you and I. The sleepers of this world. Deep in the shadows of the night we weave our worlds, knit our adventures, and live the lives we always wanted to. Does the time of night have any less worth because it isn't lasting? Neither is life itself. Who is to say that just because I wake up from a dream, that dream wasn't or isn't true? And who is to say that those dreams we dared to dream in the darkest recesses of the darkest thoughts of our mind are not the very thing this ruined world unknowingly desires or needs to make real. Perhaps those that impose their rule over us in this world will one day be imposed upon by the sleepers in the night. For while we dream, and dream of making these dreams come true, the world waits in a perpetual yawn, bored by its own mechanisms of society that can only breed disappointment and indifference, tired of its perversions of all that was once thought beautiful and pure, disillusioned by its own cynicism and derision of idealistic hope. 


What the world needs is not more doers, they have had their time and painted a blank canvas with shades of grey. What the world needs is for the sleepers of this planet to bring the hope and idealism they find in their sleep to the conscious realm. They have had their time, those who only live in the conscious world, now it is ours. Sleepers, dream your dreams, and paint the vivid colors you see across the bland canvas of the Earth's sky. Sleepers, dream your dreams, and once you have grabbed hold of them, I urge you...awake!


~Noah