I looked at myself in a mirror and i saw dust. I searched through my mind and I saw a vacuum. In my heart, I felt a need. A need to find out why I am here. A need to find out my final destination. I searched and searched, but to no avail. Neither the dust nor the vacuum could solve my mystery.
I was insulted by a friend and in my anger, I slept. I had a dream and in the dream, I was not angry. I was happily chatting with the friend who had insulted me. I woke up. The anger was still in me. Why was I not angry in the dream? Was that not me in the dream or there is a second ‘me’.
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I then decided to find out more about the ‘dream man’ who does not care about what happens to the dust and vacuum. I was very hungry but decided to sleep and learn more about him. I had another dream and this ‘dream man’ was sitting beside a well prepared table of different foods. As I started eating, I woke up. I looked at my hand, there was no food. I smelt my hand to see if it was actually in a food. No aroma. I was still hungry. If it is true that I exist twice (dream world and reality), and I exist as two persons (dream man and real man), then why don’t they help each other. For example, if the real man is hungry and have a dream and the dream man is eating, then I should wake up satisfied. If the real man fights with somebody and the dream man sees the person in the real man’s dream, he should be able to settle the case amicably.
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How to reconcile the real man and the dream man became another mystery for me. My worry again was that, I always bathed, shaved, clothed and fed the real man but I couldn’t do the same for the dream man. Who clothes and feeds my dream man, I contemplated.