As I wake, the worlds collide, melting into one another. Reality gives way to alternatives, one narrative ends; beginning another. Sleeping; dreams left behind, giving way to waking dreams. Real giving in to the surreal, the story in another form.
While waking I am not sure where I am, living within and between worlds. As yet unfocused and unsure; I am awake nonetheless. Is it all just one? Is it the same story? When awake; how will I know when I'm awake? Is this real or that? Can I turn the page, burn it to a new age?
The world seems both logical and irrational at the same time. This simultaneous mixture of real and unreal, rational and irrational, creates quite a sensation and conjures an eerie ambiguity. Dreams seem to be a loosening of the psychological reins, which tend to remain taut throughout the day.
The brain chemistry of the sleeping mind is different to that of the waking mind, which may in part account for some of the odd and mysterious symbols that show up. How fragile is this difference within dream life and waking life?
Many have posed the question are we all living in a dream world where the unconscious secretly dictates our every thought? Are we asleep or are we awake? Does it have to be one or the other? Are these truly separate states?
Ambiguity makes it possible for humans to ponder many interpretations of a single thing, an event or experience, constantly fascinated with alternating states of thought.