Last night, I dreamt. I was in a movie, and then I was out. I was sitting in the theatre watching the movie. Then, I was inside the screen grasping at the people and the objects in the movie as if they were real. There was a lot of movement. I could feel my head spin. Then, I was back in my seat.
In the movie, there were three people standing on green soil. Soon after, a force collapsed them into one-dimensional beings. An entire world was squashed into one graphene-thin tile. The three white people with blonde hair suddenly turned into an image of black people with black, shaggy and braided hair. They shouted about oppression in their street patois.
Their words became louder. At this point, I was standing right above this tile as it spun in vacuum. There were stars in the distance, occasionally blocked by the face of the tile. I was confused about what was happening. This scene bore an uncanny resemblance to the scene from Superman, and yet it was different. The three people stared at me from inside the tile, continuously shifting their weight between their legs. I stared at them curiously. And just as I was about to reach out to touch the tile, another force struck the tile hard at its corner.
The tile went hurling into space at an unimaginable speed. At this point, I was back in my seat. My friends were sitting beside me. On the screen I could see the tile spinning and rotating, trailblazing to the left. The screen seemed like a window on a spaceship opening itself to a cosmic event. Courtesy this spaceship, or the deft cinematographer, I felt my stomach churn. I was sitting, but I was travelling with this tile at its dizzying speed. My mind was racing, matching the movements of the tile.
Every upwards rotation knocked my mind up. Every downwards rotation knocked it down. Every spin made my mind contort and twist. The tile started emitting lights. Bright lasers of blue, white and yellow blinding my eyes. An eerie, faint music accompanied all of this. "He would trip real hard on this movie," I remember thinking to myself. "What a great scene," I remarked. This mind-quake continued for a few seconds. It felt like I watched a brilliantly edited scene that left me feeling fulfilled. It was cut not before it left its mark and not after it served its purpose. I felt one with the tile.
By the time it was over, I was upside down on the ground. My friends insisted I got up, but they did not reach out to me. I did not move. I shouted about how amazingly well done the scene was. I pitied them for not living the scene and for not joining me on the floor. I pitied everyone in the theatre for being glued to their seats.
When I woke up, I could feel my brain twist and turn. I felt like I lived through this reality. I felt fresh and adventurous. I reached out to my phone so that I could tell my friend about this dream. At this point, I remembered a lot more about the dream. I knew who the three people were, why they were standing on green soil, what force struck them and why they were hurling through space. I knew why I felt connected to them. I knew why I was in a threatre (or in the spaceship).
I reached my phone. I started typing my dream to her, right before my mind continued to twist. An unprecedented feeling of drowsiness swept over me. My fingers were moving by instinct. I could feel sleep paralyse my body and numb my mind slowly.
When I became conscious, I was standing in my school wearing my school uniform. After a few curious incidents and lots of locomotion, I was once again in my room. I opened my eyes to my steel cupboard which dully reflected the purple-grey of dawn filtering through the windows. I was confused. I was unsure about where I was. I half-hoped this adventure was finished.
All of this happened and at the same time only some of it did.
