I’ve heard many people say they don’t dream everyday and I am a witness to it. But a school of thought claims we all dream every time we sleep. Science believes that when the body is at rest, the brain and the heart do not partake in the rest, because they keep working. I guess this school of thought/science got their base from this fact. Since the brain cannot remain idle, then something must be going on in it, either an happening or whatever.
However, many still stick to the belief that it is not every time man dreams. I’ve met some people who say they have never dreamt and they don’t know what is feels like to dream. I still remember the kind of look I gave the first individual who told me so. I could not stop myself from telling him he was abnormal. But is he truly abnormal? I stopped believing he was the day another person told me the same thing. But I must say this people are very rare, maybe one in a million. But I’m so fortunate to have met two, right?
Person alloy, I don’t know if it is true that we dream every time. The school of thought I was speaking of the other time believes the problem is that we forget we had a dream. But you will agree with me that sometimes, we have the consciousness we dreamt, but we don’t remember what happened in the dream. But yet, we know we’ve dreamt. This too is normal. But whether we dream every time or not, I believe everyone in this world dreams everyday. This dream has got nothing to do with sleep. It comes when our consciousness is still very intact.
What am I saying? THOUGHT! Have you ever termed thought to be a dream? I want to believe our thoughts can be referred to as dreams too. When we are long lost in our subconsciousness, what we do is dream – think as long as we are not in our right state of mind. The normal dreams some of us if not all dream are things that are not really. They happen like they are real but in a different world, created by our minds. I guess this is one power God has given to man. I don’t want to believe animals also dream.
Thoughts are similar to dreams. Thoughts require you to create something outside of the physical that almost seems physical in a world created by your mind. Maybe we can call the ability to think and dream (or let me call the two “dream”) as the power of the mind. Sometimes, your dream gives you a nightmare, or joy depending on whatever you’ve come across. Just like a dream, the fear from your thought can send you back to reality and sometimes, it can make you smile in reality.
So, whether you believe that we dream everyday or not, your thoughts are equivalent to dreams and I believe you do this more often.
Please, drop your thought using the comment column. We’ll love to hear your view, beliefs and encounters.
I don’t need the world’s approval, I don’t need to be pushed by people, I don’t need my background to decide what I become, All I need is a belief in myself, Accompanied with hard work and steadfastness, And I’ll make exploits.
When darkness overshadows light And the door of life seems shut There lies the morning Which holds joy and gladness Waiting for the right time to be unleashed
Stop thinking you have no relevance. Don’t give up on yourself. There’s a destiny you must fulfill. Don’t let your carelessness or attitude hinder you from achieving it. It is in me, it is in you to be make a impact. We are destiny carriers. Let’s influence the world.
God’s not on a holiday
Though he seems mute
He harkens to your plea
Never would he cast you off
He is faithful even till the end of time
Don’t you ever empty out your faith
He’d answer
At the very right time
I love to retire early to bed, Not because I love to sleep, But because there with my eyes concealed, Only one thing do I espy, Something glowing in the shady kingdom of unconsciousness, That makes my face beam from the light captured in the shadow of my heart, To the outer world where your inexistence lie. Believing your face would one day be captured amidst the fog, To justify my questionable faith of hope, And certify my time of waiting. I love that I get to picture you in my sleep every night. The time we share together in the unreal realm I cherish. But both my vision and reality, I wish to have you subsist. I wait for that moment when I would behold your face, Hands fixed together under the sunny charged moon, When my sticky nose shall run over your flesh to catch your odorous smell. I look forward to that day, When our world would become a reality.
John was in his room, listening to a song. It was a very busy Friday at work. He had planned how he would enjoy his weekend. He was in his thirties, tall and dark skinned. He kept dancing to the song all alone with a headset placed over his head. He froze as someone tapped him. He was sure it was not his sister.
“Yes.”
He voiced out, scared. He did not see Lucas, his best friend, when he entered his room. He was backing the room at that moment. He was sure his sister, Tolu, had told him he was inside. He removed the headset just immediately.
“Lucas. Whatsup with you?”
He asked, hitting him slightly on the shoulder playfully.
“Guy, I’m not in the mood for this now.”
Lucas turned his squeezed face away. Lucas and John were best of friends during their secondary school days. They had met again, when John was offered a job at Lucas’s working place. They were so happy they could reunite. Lucas had immediately introduced his friend, Titus to John, and since then, the three had been very close.
“What is it man?”
John quickly sat down beside him on the bed as he wondered what could be bothering him. He had never seen him that down. He watched, waiting for Lucas to say something, but he was not responding.
“I am sure you wouldn’t have come here, if you ain’t going to say anything.”
John who was becoming uncomfortable with the silence said, trying to get his phone from the behind him.
“Imagine!”
Lucas exclaimed in a low tone as he jumped to his feet. John was scared as he turned his face to look at him, but he found him standing in front of him already. Lucas’s movement was so swift. He was all over John, with his eyes burning with fire. John kept staring out of fear, wondering if he was safe. He was sweating already.
"You will not believe what I saw tonight."
Lucas continued. His voice was going down as he spoke out of bitterness. Molecules of sweat gathered on the openings of his pores. At that moment, John felt at ease. He was sure whatever Lucas had to say was not about him, but something he saw somewhere. Nevertheless, he was still interested in knowing. He had never seen Lucas in such a mood. Not when they were in school, and certainly, not the four years they have spent together in Lagos.
“Calm down. I don’t know what brings you here, I don’t know what it is that you have seen, but surely, it is not something good. But, Please, sit first. I don’t like this countenance of yours. It would be okay if you take some water before you go ahead.”
He tried to calm him down. Lucas was forced to have his seat.
“Tolu… Tolu…”
John called out.
“Yes. Brother.”
Tolu said as she entered facing her brother
Tolu was a law student of Lagos state university. She was in her fifth year already. She spent weekends at her brother’s place. She traveled to Akure where their parents reside during school breaks. She was the last born of the family. Her face caught sight of Lucas. John noticed how scared she was. She couldn’t believe someone under that atmosphere could be sweating profusely.
“Please, get me cold water from the fridge with a cup.”
John answered, giving a sign to his sister, that all was well. Tolu in a haste left the room. She appeared again with a glass and a bottle of cold water in a tray. Lucas had his head bowed throughout.
“Drop it here.” Thank you.”
John dismissed her. He watched her as she left and waited till she had closed the door, before he faced Lucas, who was gulping the water directly from the bottle already. He watched as Lucas finished the water in no time.
“Is that okay? I can ask her to get you another bottle.”
John offered.
“No. Don’t worry. I am good now.”
Lucas politely turned down his offer, as he dropped the bottle in the tray, beside the cup.
“Now, tell me what you saw.”
John said, facing him. Lucas remained quiet for some seconds before he found his voice.
"Ngozi."
He mentioned emotionally.
“Ngo-zi.”
He stammered. Tears flowed freely from his eyes.
“What is wrong with Ngozi?” John asked anxiously. He hoped it was not what he was thinking. He knew how much Lucas loved her. Lucas had introduced her to him as his fiancée in the second week of their reunion. He had always wished to find a lady that would love him and that he would love, just live Lucas and Ngozi loved each other. He hoped she was not dead.
“I saw Ngozi with Titus at the bar. They were busy laughing, having a nice time together, as they sat side by side. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I left for your place immediately. Those two are having an affair.”
He sobbed. He wiped the tears almost immediately. John was at peace to know she was not dead.
“Take it easy.”
John rubbed his back. He didn’t know what to believe.
“Are you sure it was the two of them you saw?”
John asked. He found it hard believing.
“Am I a kid? I am sure. You should know I wouldn’t mistake anyone for those two.”
Lucas answered fiercely.
“But you can’t really be sure it is what you’re thinking. You might just be wrong. Anything could have brought those two together.”
John tried to let him see other possibilities that might have brought them together rather than an affair.
“Tell me. Things like what?”
Lucas asked, raising his voice. His face changed and John could sense the anger waking up again.
“You will hear the news.”
He said as he walked out of the room. John kept staring. He knew he was capable of doing anything. He quickly put on a shirt, picked his car keys and went after him.
John found his sister running towards the room, while he was rushing down the stairs.
“What happens? Where is Lucas?”
He asked looking at his sister.
“He went out already. I saw him coming out of the kitchen and then he headed out. I’m scared. He looked very scary. What’s the problem?”
Tolu was scared.
“He went to the kitchen? To do what?”
John asked sharply.
“I don’t have an idea. I just saw him coming out of there.”
Tolu answered.
“Christ. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
John said as he rushed outside the building. Tolu ran to the window. She watched her brother, until the car was out of sight. She sat right on the floor, hoping her brother would return safely.
*
“Sweetheart.”
Ngozi said as she saw Lucas walk in, in the blue light. There was another lady seated beside Titus, on the bar stool, so he was made to sit in the middle of both ladies. Titus turned towards Lucas and so was the other lady. Lucas kept marching towards the Dispense bar with a knife in his hand. Their expressions changed suddenly, when they noticed something unusual. They all tried to run, but it was too late.
Titus was groaning on the floor already. Lucas stabbed him right in the chest. Everyone in the bar ran out screaming. Ngozi was sweating profusely, as her body vibrated. She looked left to right, unsure of what to do. She watched as Titus bled.
“What have you done?”
Ngozi finally managed to spill. He tried to attack her, but before he could, John was already in the middle, taken by surprise.
“What has come over you?”
John screamed at him. He looked at John with anger, trying to resist the temptation. John saw how disturbed he was within. He almost said his last prayer and wished he never followed Titus.
“Death is what they deserve!”
Lucas screamed, trying to console himself.
“But that is his girlfriend, Lizzy behind you.”
John said. Lucas turned back immediately. Lizzy was busy looking at Titus’ lifeless body on the floor with her hands covering her mouth. She drew back, when she noticed Lucas was facing her.
She ran out of the building, scared Lucas might hurt her. Lucas’s bowed, beholding Titus’ body on the floor. The knife slipped off his hand.
“What is happening here?”
He asked.
“She was not here the first time I showed up.”
He continued.
“You were here?”
Ngozi asked. She looked surprised.
“Yes. But she was not here. It was only you and Titus I saw.”
He managed to say, as his voice skipped. Tears gathered in his eyes. He tried to hide his fears, but he could not.
“Oh. Maybe it was when she went to the restroom. That was the only time she was gone.”
Ngozi explained, still in shock.
“Then what are you doing here. Tell me, who have you come to see?”
Lucas summoned the courage to ask, as he wiped his face.
“I was here waiting for you.”
Ngozi quickly explained.
“I called you several times, but it wasn’t reachable. I tried Titus and he told me you would be coming here tonight. I decided to meet with you here.”
“That is true. I told him I would be coming tonight.”
Lucas affirmed. He placed his hand on his forehead disappointed in himself. He looked down again at Titus. He bent down to check his pulse.
“He is gone. What have I done?”
He said unbelievably. He looked surprised. He wept bitterly, shaking the corpse.
“There.”
The bar man said from behind, accompanied by three uniformed men.
“Hands behind your necks.”
One of the men said, as they pointed their gun at the three of them. John and Ngozi did as instructed, as Lucas stood up gently with his hands raised, stained with blood.
THE END
Not all the eyes see, not all the ears hear, not all the mind thinks are true.
Be slow to anger, tame your temper…
Act wisely!
Written by Ayano Praise
Ediited by Afolayan Funmilayo
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