I remember a conversation I was having with a good friend of mine and he was talking about always having these dreams where in the dream he was falling. When he would be close to the end of course he would awake. I was fascinated because I have never had such a dream. But what I picture is being in a plane and you are forced to jump out with no a parachute. Free falling among the atmosphere at the speed of forever. The whole point of him explaining the dream was that no matter how hard you fall, you need to get back up. The pains and falls grow bigger yet nothing is stopping you from continuing on. The recovery time can only be so long before you need to be strong enough to deal with even a bigger crash.
What would cross your mind if you had to jump out of a plane not knowing where you’ll land?
I guess the whole way of my thinking is that reality is somewhat of a dream, meaning that I can create something to be real that I had envisioned in a dream state (the dome). Now the trick or logic to the statement is that an individual must admit the tasks and responsibilities that consequently follow a dream. The road to creating a dream is nothing like the actual dream. And that’s why I think it’s ok to know that even if you fall or wake up scared the dream continues in a symbolic sense. The long road continues because we all have that option to be great every day. The fall and challenges can only be short moments compared to the time you spend perusing what your dream truly is. And real hardships provide the most rewarding gifts.
Sometimes it is just the self not wanting the self to recognize the potential within only because the responsibilities are almost like incredible drops from a plane only to hit the ground and be flat as pancake. Splat. Storiesfrommystomach.