December 4, 2009
You never know if it's really happening or not, but just as you enter that state in which we call sleeping, you feel yourself falling away, just drifting. You feel a little lightheaded but it's not uncomfortable. And then the darkness begins to cover you and you might not even realize it. Moments pass... hours, but to you, it may only seem as if a few minutes or seconds have passed. There is no time and truly, time here, is useless and can be stopped.
Your mind just seems to play tricks on you. You feel emotions: happiness, sadness, anxiety, fear... You may even feel pleasure or pain. You are in a world where, like a playing card, you bend to the will of the player. But who is the player? Your subconcious mind? A flight of fantasy as one might say. But are you sure? What is real? What is not. At this point, you cannot say. Like Salvadore Dali's paintings, what are you sure of? Nothing. Surrealism. You have no choice but to follow where this world takes you.And just as suddenly you wake up, from the dark and almost weightless environment. Coming to your senses, as one might say. Your eyes focus and you remember, you're still on earth and not in whereever you were a few seconds ago. You might forget what you've experienced almost immediately; however, there are still those few dreams where you will muse and mull over while you are going about your day. Why do we see what we see?
No one knows for sure why we see images or feel certain things during sleep. Some say it's your subconcious mind trying to bring something to light and other say that they are the images and motions of reality that are replayed during the mind's rest. And yet, what it really is... IS Wonderland. I refer to the Wonderland that is described by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson a.k.a. Lewis Carroll. You and I may not realize that, but during the time we are immerse into this "other" world, there are plenty of absurd scenarios that we readily accept even if there is a flicker of doubt that cross our minds. We cannot explain Wonderland. It is how it is. You can try to figure out its puzzles and riddles, but you will never be sure as to why it is as it is.
I've always been drawn to this Wonderland. A place of childlike innocence where things can't be explained. In the same way, I can't explain why I'm drawn to it, just like I'm drawn to Lolita fashion. Strange than I am, it can't be explained other than the fact that I love the concept of elegance and doll-like fashion. In a world where everything is overly critiqued and examined, just keep an open mind and with a little imagination, perhaps you'll catch a glimspe of my Surreal Wonderland.
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