Dreams are meant to be forgotten

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(Note: I'm talking about the sleeping kind of dreams, not the goals and achievements kind, those are much more complicated, and I could and probably will write a poem about those kinds of dreams at some point)


There's a reason why we seem to forget our dreams the second we wake, and even for the more impactful dreams, we still forget them within a day. When we dream, at least when I dream, I don't realize I'm in a dream until it ends. So if there was a way to keep a dream from ending, one can technically control reality because that dream would be their own and only reality. The most obvious "counterparts" to dreams in the real world are memories, and if one were to confuse their dreams with their memories, the consequences could be devastating. This is the reason why we are built to forget our dreams and discard them simply as a byproduct of our sleeping sessions. But memories take significantly longer to forget, because unlike dreams which don't have a foundation (not a functional one anyway), memories have a strong base and stem from a real life event that happened in the owner's life. However, because of the similarities between memories and dreams, the definition of one's reality becomes blurrier if one gets these two psychological phenomena mixed up, and that is definitely a very real possibility, as there are rare cases where some dreams aren't forgotten. I personally had a dream that's burnt into my brain from when I was 5, granted it was nothing more than your average nightmare, but I still remember nearly every detail after all these years, and that always stood out to me. What about this average nightmare made me remember it, it could be because I was a child back then, and the fear that this dream caused in me was large enough to make me remember it (it was a pretty scary nightmare). But imagine if this kind of dream that instills into your mind was much more significant, and had more severe implications to maybe an event that happened in someone's life. If you could control another’s dream without them knowing, you could control their thoughts, at least to a certain extent (which I’m now realizing is the whole point of the movie “Inception”). It takes some thought to comprehend, but I believe that dreams hold much more power than we initially perceive them to possess. 

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