Bear with me; I’m getting confused while writing this so I can only imagine what reading it would do.
But I do have a point.
Scene takes place in the bedroom.
Your mind is telling you the dream is over and you should wake up, you reluctantly agree and start ascending in the air hovering over the bed only to realize that you are waking up yet to another dream…
Only when interrupted do you know that you are living in your head – lucid dreaming – and in that moment you are faced with what should be a rather easy choice to make; do you sleep it off? Or do you wake up and actually live the dream?
Think of it like this.
You have a dream, you are aware that you are sleeping and dreaming, if you don’t do anything about it then the dream will be forgotten by the time you’re brushing your teeth.
But, what if you take control
of that dream…
Entering a state of lucid dreaming can be achieved through several cues or triggers that can be practiced in your waking state and applied in your dream state.
So, you are still hovering over your bed, the moment you realize that you are only human, you fall, but hey, if you don’t want to wake up yet, it is your choice, and you choose to take control, probably because you believe that you heard that little voice that drives your selective processes and brings you to the firm decision of doing, or not doing, And that voice is telling you to go in the room…
Interruption: Scene takes place a big empty room with one light bulb hanging on to dear life by a thin cable down from the high ceiling. Flicking the light switch off doesn’t even get the light to twitch…
On again off again…
The light is now brighter than when you came in.
You think to yourself; it’s on! Realizing the interruption of a light not turning off is not as simple as it seems, now you’re on to something.
Behind you now are a chair and a table, on that table is a stack of white paper and a pencil.
You start sketching away, thoughts scattered through the narrow paths created on what were once clean sheets of white paper, roads that seem as if leading to nowhere until finally the mighty pencil falls with the resonating sound of either failure or success, In that specific moment you can feel yourself waking up and becoming conscious, yet you decide that the dream’s not over and you want to keep dreaming.
Most interruptions come as noisy irritating feelings of discomfort, a reminder that not everything in your head will end up being that living breathing organism we call design.
From there on, if you start concentrating hard enough so you’ll hear that pencil tip scratching the surface of a big idea, and suddenly what was once an incomprehensible maze of poor city planning on the notebook in front of you, all those paths meet in a point heading towards one single direction, becoming a path only you can take;
a path of your own creation.
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Now you understand that you don’t have to wish for dreams to come true, they already are, what you can do is test the reality within a dream and live the dream within a reality.
Announce to the world;
IT IS ON.
Design begins with ideas, those begin as dreams waiting to be understood, and for dreams to be understood they must be lived.
So respect ideas no matter how dreamy they are
(Pun? What pun?)