Once, I had many dreams. Some dreams, such as protecting the weak/saving the world/ruling the world can easily be attributed to the influence of TV. Other dreams grew out of an increased sense of self, each corresponding to some portrait of an idealised self. As I aged the sheer audaciousness of these early dreams became increasingly evident, and many aspirations were toned down to more reasonable scales. World domination became continental rule, to national primership, and finally to ministerial aspirations. Grimly, eventually I might be content with the utter dominion over the office cubicle.
Everyone has their own dreams, but I believe that most will fall short of that vaunted castle in the sky. Dreams, by definition, are fantasies, delusions even. The phrase "pipe dream" originated from the hallucinations induced by the opium pipe. If so, then perhaps dreams are only pieces of romantic nonsense of no real value.
Luring us to foolish and impossible errands, dreams might even be evil. All dreams, regardless of scale or scope, are founded upon the idea that we are incomplete, flawed in some way unless we can attain that dream and thus affirm our innate worth. All dreams consist of that desire of perfection, of worth. But in dreaming, we have rejected ourselves, and fallen into the trap of changing something which is not flawed in the first place.
A perfect and complete being would have no dreams, because he is everything. There is no artifical need to prove himself, to improve himself, because he is. Thus dreams are only for flawed simulacra, incomplete forms of that perfect being.
Why not be true to yourself? Only when we see past the transient and deceptive nature of dreams can we affirm our status as complete and perfect beings.
**This post may be continued later, as I have some ideas which can be further developed.**
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