Voices

I could never remember the next morning whether familiar people in my dreams actually talked out loud, or if the words were mutely inserted into my mind, like reading subtitles. And even if they did speak, was it narrated through my own voice, or were their words projected through my perception of their unique voices?

I finally found the answer today. While dreams normally fade very quickly upon my waking, this mornings dream was still vivid within my mind. Like a movie being played inside my head, the stark images of every person's face was imprinted onto the frontal lobes of my brain. Usually when this happens, it is like watching a movie on mute. You see the situation unfolding, and the characters mouth moving, but no sounds come out. However today was different. The familiar high pitched whine of the recurring female lead was distinctly hers, her exasperated words still reverberating within my mind. I could also hear my own pleading voice projecting from the camera in reply (the dream was in first person). Even the occasional line chimed in by the supporting cast was spoken in their own individual voices.

My dreams have taken on a new level of surrealism. The line between this fantasy realm and reality is beginning to blur. The facial features, the mannerisms, the voices, it all just seems so complete. Maybe that is why i love to sleep so much. So i can dream.