Doubts and crises
You are tired and even the most well-meaning friends have given up trying to guide you back to the path of sanity. You probably want to go to sleep – finally sleep again, but that doesn’t help either, because you know that you will inevitably wake up again.
You wake up and rub the sleep from your eyes – the memories of your last dreams still feel real, almost as if they were reality. But you know: they were just dreams.
Having just woken up, you meet people – people from your dreams.
They go about their business, celebrate and mourn. They are usually in a hurry, not necessarily in a bad mood, but they don’t seem happy either.
Am I awake or am I dreaming? 8
How do you know that you haven’t fallen asleep again and are continuing your dream?
You don’t know it – but something feels different. You observe people and yourself.
In contrast to the dream, you no longer understand where the rush comes from and why these people take the world so seriously. You make contact, ask questions and well-meaning friends tell you that life is serious and dangerous. They don’t understand how you differentiate between the dream world and waking up – after all, everyone has to eat and pay their bills.
You agree, knowing full well that the shirt has no pockets. You nod because you have no answer – they’re right. You’re probably the dreamer.
And yet you sense that something is wrong with this world. It becomes strange to you, because you know one thing for sure: you are no longer asleep.
You can clearly see that this game of appearances is nothing more than a world of images, concepts and stories that have taken on a life of their own – empty as soon as you see through them.
You are looking for the truth – but what is truth, and who cares about it?
You know for sure that you are not mentally ill. You have never seen as clearly as you do now and you are certain that you can no longer take part in the game of the dream world.
The game is from
In some moments, it pulls you in.
And even if you make a sincere effort to play along – perhaps for months, perhaps for years – you know after just a few minutes: It’s a game. A fake game. Like the shell players who immediately recognize when your attention wanes for a moment – and strike right then.
You’re tired – so tired.
Even your dearest friends can’t bring you back to your senses.
You just want to sleep, to escape the pain.
But you know that you’ll wake up again – and the fear remains.
You feel alone.
You drag yourself through everyday life, trying to somehow fulfill the demands of the dream world – and yet you’ve long known that you can’t go on like this for much longer.
What makes you forget that you are connected to everything?
What did you miss in the dream world that draws you back to sleep so much?
