Perhaps life dreams us as much as we dream it.
What is a dream? Perhaps not a place we enter at night, but a language we have forgotten. A grammar of images that refuse to be unambiguous. Sometimes they tell us nothing about the past, but about a possibility that has not yet been decided.
A dream can be raw, full of bodies, movement, breath. It can be silent, wordless, like a gaze that does not fade. Or it shows us everyday life, shifting only nuances, until we realize: it is not the outer world we see, but the one within us.
And what then is reality? We call it that because we can share it. Because we touch the same table, board the same train, speak the same name. Yet if we are honest, it too remains fleeting. It slips from us, hour by hour, until it becomes memory – and memory is closer to dream than we like to admit.
Sometimes these images appear in sequence, almost like steps we enter one after another: first the body, raw, demanding, without tenderness. Then the feeling, quiet, almost invisible, yet stronger than any touch. Finally, reality: a shared path with transfers, full of closeness and full of doubt.
Three forms of the same search. Three mirrors showing the same face in different light.
Perhaps we do not only dream in sleep. Perhaps life dreams us as much as we dream it. Two currents that touch without ever fully merging. Sometimes we take one for truth and the other for illusion. But what if both are only different reflections of the same river?
Then it would not be the boundaries that matter, but the passages. The door that suddenly stands open. The moment we notice that we could walk through. Whether we do or not already changes the space we are in.
There are encounters that feel like answers, and yet they are nothing but questions in the shape of a human being. They leave us with an echo that does not vanish. A laugh, a gaze, a word that won’t leave the mind.
Whether it happened or was only dreamed loses its importance. In the end, perhaps only this quiet, unresolvable question remains:
Did I only dream it – or is it only just beginning?
