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 A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one. Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.  |
| Prompt: Irrational fears Do you have “irrational” fears, and have you ever had a nightmare about them? ---------- I did have nightmares every now and then, way back when, but not anymore...I think not, or maybe now, I don't recall them afterwards. I'm sure at least some of those nightmares were based on some irrational fears, detected by me or not. But then, sometimes, when I wake up, most of my dream memory just evaporates in that instant. So, I can't tell exactly if I had a nightmare or not. As to fears and nightmares, they creep from the corners of my mind where logic doesn't linger much. Like shadows in a well-lit room, so to speak. All those implied fears! Something unseen waits just beyond the edge of reason. A creak in the floor becomes a warning or my fleeting image in the mirror breathes on its own and sticks out its tongue at me. I bet my such fears have no basis and no wound from my past can justify their existence. They pop up due to my imagination that has turned against itself. Furthermore, my nightmares just may be those fears' midnight offspring, as if they are dreams that slipped away from my consciousness and ran amok. Possibly, they echo my anxieties in grotesque forms, turn the familiar faces, things, and events into distorted shapes, and bend time to such a degree that I feel I can't escape, but still, escape I do, only to wake up to what is real. This makes me question the presence of the nightmares. Why are they there? Maybe they have a purpose, strange though it may be. Is it because they mean to force me to face the daily chaos I try to contain or are they rehearsals for my fears? Or else, they may have to do with my psyche, the weird one who might be testing its resilience in the safety of my sleep. Whatever the answer or the reason, there seems to be a terrible kind of beauty in those fears and nightmares, as they are also the products of my same mind, which mostly dreams of love, wonder, beauty, and hope. Is it because this mind is also trying to conjure up its own undoing? But no, most possibly, it may only be my imagination, creating its own worlds, just to haunt them. |
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