Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
“So Mr. Lennon what is it about you, that separates you from the ordinary?”
“Well Mr. Franz I could make you a list of things right from my fingerprints to the way I do my laundry, but this time I would like to answer with two words and that is : “My Dreams”
“Yeah I know, you’re the famous “Dreamer” as they call it.”
“Yeah you got that right”
“So tell me what a typical day is for you? What you wake up in the morning, start dreaming, then have your meals started dreaming all over again and then at night after supper you dream and make your bed and then again get lulled in the arms of your dreams?”
“I would be lucky enough if I had such a frequency. Generally dreams knock at my consciousness anytime of the day, they don’t follow a schedule.”
“Please enlighten me Mr. Lennon. I really want to know about this, knowing about dreams from the great “Dreamer” himself.”
“Well generally they come to me while I am bathing as I turn the shower knob or then when I am mowing my lawn. I even had a dream of a soul arising from the graveyard when I was attending a funeral.”
“A funeral…hmm. Well in the words of Carlin I would say:
Some people see things that are and ask, Why?
Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not?
Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that.”
“That’s what separates us I told you.”
“Don’t get me wrong but dreams are for kids and destitute who hope to make it big someday. Can you really make a living out of your dreams? I really don’t believe in dreams. All that matters is you and your purpose in life”
“Then I guess you have a much distorted definition of dreams in your mind, sir. I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?”
“And so preaches the great Dreamer?”
“I am not a preacher of my dreams. I am a follower of them. You say dreams don’t exist because they aren’t made of matter and particles, but I say they exist because they are made of thoughts, puns, viewpoints, images and lost hope”
“I wont believe it until I feel it”
“So you don’t believe in my dreams?”
“Who am I to comment on “Your” dreams? You’re a respectable man with your own belief system. I won’t interfere”
“Ok I will tell you a short incident of a dreamer and his life.”
“I am all ears Mr. Lennon”
“So there was this Doctor who was a dreamer. A very passionate husband and a great practitioner of Medical Sciences. He lived happily with his wife until one day his wife was diagnosed with Leukemia. He couldn’t save her since she was in the very last stage of Blood Cancer. She cried to her each day and each night to save her from this pain. She wanted him to kill her once and for all. But the doctor just couldn’t, until one night when he stabbed his wife on the head and made an outlet for the soul to escape. It’s believed a person’s soul only escapes when stabbed on the head. So he did it and was charged with murder. He silently surrendered himself and spent his consequent nights in the jail. Every night it was said he shouted out strange names and violently stabbed these people’s lookalikes made out of buns of clothes. The names incidentally matched with suicide cases registered in a nearby hospital. All cases belonged to such people who were terminally ill. It was said crying souls visited the doctor in his dreams and he granted them the wish of death.”
“Weird dreamer. One hell of a psychotic dreamer, I would say. Do you really believe in this?”
“Who am I to comment on “His” dreams? He is a respectable man with his own belief system. I won’t interfere”
“So let’s be done with this doctor’s story. Let’s get back where we left. You were speaking about some funeral and a soul escaping. Tell me about it.”
“Well Mr. Franz It was my funeral I attended. I saw my soul escaping.”
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaa………..?? Stop kidding me. Here I touched you. I can touch you. You’re not a ghost.”
“Well Mr. Franz I would then say- You’re one hell of a psychotic dreamer. Have a Good Night.”
-Mr. Franz woke up rubbing his eyes. The clock by his bed showed 3 a.m.
P.S. : Does this post make (non)sense to you? :P Are you a dreamer too? Then tell me your dreams.
P.P.S : This story was first published in Campus Diaries by me here http://campusdiaries.com/stories/the-dreamer-0 and the wonderful story of doctor was adapted from here http://campusdiaries.com/stories/behavior !
“I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours” - Bob Dylan
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