Inception

I loved inception sooooooooo much. It practically paralyzed me. I was actually concerned about driving afterwards. "Is this life real? Am I real? Is this car real? Can I drive? If I crash will I die, or will I wake up....can I be wreckless???" and it was about 2am when it ended soo...."I'm quite dreamy and sleepy myself."
It seemed out of this world but really I think we underestimate the power our subconscious has over us....even though I our consciousness does an great job of actively ignoring it. No really. I'm sure I make a lot of decisions and feel a lot of things based on pure emotion, but that emotion is driven by everything my mind understands up until that point. Doesn't the conscious deal with the present here and now primarily? I want to blog tonight and listen to Edit Piaf because I like it, I got it at the library today and I'm not quite ready to sink my teeth into orgo chem....but...I just know my subconcious played a role in all this...these things I'm doing right now. I'm feeding some sort of need that is not at the forefront of my mind as I'm consciously acting upon about my feelings here and thinking about the brain, and falling in love with sounds from a time period I know very little about. This is the past and the present behind hashed out here as I deal with my present emotions and dream about understanding myself a little bit more. And a a huge percentage of who I am and how I feel right now is a compilation of moments in my past. Where the hell was I going with this? Oh yea... to me, inception was a lot more about putting something into someone's brain. It was about a big part of this natural world feeling alien. Watching our desires float between the cloud of discovery and the cloud of certainty. Discovering something new and escaping into an unknown, and reminding ourselves of what has defined us up until this moment. And how do we feel about challenging it? And how much power to we have to make a move, a full move into the uncertain future without regard of the past. And according to this movie (in my head) it's extremely hard to to do this. That is because our memories are strong and whatever we build anew will be based on all we've already seen. Don't we love those scenes that seem to capture something totally never seen before but that we, the past-clingers created? When Ellen Pages character is shifting the dream world and playing with mirrors and folding the planet, the city , onto itself...and all the while the sun continues to light the bubble she's created. My brain goes WTF!!! And then I know that's happened to me in my own dreams.
Once I ranted on, and on, and on about a dream, slowly scooping out the details I could remember out of my head...and the more I thought the more I remembered and the more I talked and talked. And I was very passionate. Then I couldn't remember a portion and became very frustrated and sad. And then someone asked me why it was so important that I remember my dreams? In Inception, someone asks Cob why is it so important he dream at all. The answer he gave didn't flicker off anything particularly strange in me, but boy did the question make me shake...just like "Why is it so important you remember" shook me that one day. Why would someone ask me that?!?!! I felt as though someone was asking me why is so important you breathe, except in this case I couldn't snap back with an instinctive answer. That was because I couldn't answer that question myself. I had no idea why I cared so bad. I didn't care that anyone knew. Just that I knew. This movie has reminded me that I care because it is our subconcious that sets us free. I'd love to go on about the science behind this and the reasons why our minds are built in this peculiar and seemingly 'special' way...but I actually don't know it at all..the science and reason...I haven't a clue. But there's gotta be something about that part of the brain. In my dreams, I know the answers to impossible questions, my instincts lead my down the most adventurous paths, my desires are unleashed and chase after things I myself in real life would never chase, I write creative stories, I weave crazy plots, there are detailed events and characters, there are particular images I've never seen...I steal, I love, I get killed and I myself kill. And when I awake, I do feel rather impressed with what's up there, and I sit and wonder why I can't behold such wild thoughts in my waking hours. It's about being inside yourself. You aren't coming up with something out of nowhere, but your mind is a in a particular somewhere place inside you where your thoughts go un-interupted by the biggest thing I think that governs our reality which is time. Your dreams seem endless don't they? And they don't follow a linear pattern like every-day life. I love it i LOVE it and I love other people's dreams and recounting my own. Hearing about a mind un-bound by anything is so great because it's when we assume THAT kind of position in real life, in our waking hours, that we make the most of ourselves and produces the best work, and give the best love. These moments are made extra special and tend to stay with us as moments that change our lives because they are sooo freaking rare.


Well maybe I'll continue this later...right now I can feel time stealing me away so I must retire to the desk. But I encourage myself to never ever question the importance of dreams ever again and to look forward to the day I turn my dreams into reality and by that I don't mean make the events in my dreams a reality, but bring forth the state of mind in my dreams into my reality so that I can create something out of my instinctive will of heart and pure imagination.