I have had lucid dreams, more real than any day I have ever lived in waking consciousness. Mine is a very active dream life. I hallucinate. And waking, there is always that brief moment where I’m not sure whether I am awake or dreaming, whether I am drifting into or out of dreamland. Sometimes, the final realization that I am actually conscious in a tangible, external world is a relief. Other times, it causes excruciating pain. Depending on the dream.
So which is the objective reality? My dreams can only be lived first-person, subjectively. But they are more real to me, than this world, and certainly anyone elses interpretation of it. I believe in my dreams. My dreams are real. Everything else, I can’t be sure.
Are dreams more or less “real” than all the rest of it? Or are dreams just sleep hallucinations?
Dreams exist outside of time, and one of the biggest disappointments of waking is realizing that time has caught up with you, or worse, kept going while you were away. It is, at least in part, dreams’ lack of time, no minutes or hours, that makes them seem more existent. Infinity makes sense, when you are sleeping, not as time in an endless amount, but as an unnecassary concept. It stops being measured. It becomes meaningless.
Dreams appear to be a natural phenomenon, but are they? Then why do some have them more than others? More vivid than others? More frequent than others? And why do some dreams repeat? I have some of those, like hauntings, but not unpleasant, the characters like welcome apparitions, ageless acquaintances with vague but not unpleasant identities.
I love these dreams, but have been accused an idealist. So be it. If dreams are delusions, bowing to impulses a crime, then throw me in the shackles and label me a dreamer.
Time itself is the real hallucination.