Also Sprach Zarathustra

Fact: The sub-conscious mind is 30000 times more comprehensible than the conscious mind.

Which would mean my thoughts when expressed after some part of my brain analyses it, loses its meaning by 30000 times. Any dream you ever had, is so vast with imagination that your brain cannot compute the idiocy/ epicness of it when you wake up. That is, mostly the reason you don’t remember your dreams in the morning but you still feel the after effects of it.             

Fear, Happiness, Grief, Anger & Morning Glory.

One of these times, your conscious mind will witness something documented which would stretch your imagination to corners of the world. Something like Richard Strauss – “Also Sprach Zarathustra”, the opening theme for Stanley Kubrick’s Space Spectacle “2001:A Space Odyssey”. It is beautiful, how the theme plays in the movie, with The Sun, the Earth & the Moon in perfect union, linear. One almost coming up on top of the other. Every note in that symphony is put to experience the never ending entity that mankind is, thought so by us, humans. Our dream is what takes us beyond our obscure existence. They could show us the suffering that we can cause, or the happiness we can share. They can carry us from the most extreme situations and make us, ourselves heroes at times of need.

It is 6th June, today, the day we could have witnessed the Venus transit. A once in a century event which I missed due to my lethargic sleeping habits; I was very excited about it. The next time it will be on show is 2117.Maybe they will perfect cryogenic freezing in a few years. Maybe I’ll be rich to afford it. Maybe. Who knows?

About the dream I had today, a juxtapose of situation, the whole time in it, I hoped for my moment to shine, that particular instant where I rise from the ashes and be the SUNG hero, and take every other being with me for glory, like Noah with his Arc and all. There was this dense jungle and a lot of black cloud; everything seemed impure, as if nature was castrated. No food, no water, no fresh air, no wood to burn for fire. And it was cold everywhere, but somehow I knew it wasn’t so sometime ago. I knew I was stuck in the middle of a disaster. So I acted beyond my usual measure of IQ, and became a scavenger. Things that people would discard on normal days were luxuries, and I hunted for more of them. I looked and I looked. And I found people who were doing the same things, and we joined each other. But there was one thing we could not get, Fire. We just couldn’t start a fire, and it was a dream so I cannot enlighten you why not. Somehow I think this was the residue of thoughts I had on a beach trip a few days back, where we burned big leafs but they wouldn’t sustain for long, mere minutes. And then there were these huge animals that were somehow transformed to that size in front of my eyes. The deal with them; they didn’t threaten me. It was almost as if they recognized me, but I never had a pet in my life. We went in the core and I was looking at the black cloud fading away, with room for sunlight and a little fresh air. And I saw the faces of the people who were with me, I have known them for a long time now, but they didn’t recognise me anymore I assumed. The passage we followed was clear and I could see what lay in front of me, this was no jungle, this was a place I used to be at, a small town, like a campus. It acknowledged my presence instantly, a bit juvenile with the head nods. These were my people once and now I walked amongst them again, but they were cold now, and I didn’t know whether I was a friend or a foe. A little distance away, there was a continuous thunder, it couldn’t have been clouds as there was no lightning, but emerging were people with guns; short, tall, slim, fat all carrying guns and now they were humming, not chanting, not shouting. Just humming with their lips shut. And I kept going deeper into the core of the dream and the smoke was all but gone, and there was this building which had two bullhorns protruding horizontally in our direction suggesting another one of those big beasts had fought here and smashed itself against this glass pillar which now appeared grey in this light. And then the humming song transformed into the beat of the Timpani. Where every note gave me a chill, with the glass pillar visible clearly, I could see a group of people standing on top of the building, looking at us, asking us to follow them, promising glory for every fight, and honour for every fallen. I looked around; suddenly all I could hear was this symphony playing which had started already with the timpani and it seemed as if nothing else was audible or ever will be. I realised I wasn’t a hero yet; I am just one of them, here to fight the fight. There were others like me, who would one day want to be on top of the glass pillar looking down.

Today was not that day for me.