Whispers of the mind- Creativity

Beautiful things happen when I’m all random being at peace.

I love sleeping for the sole reason of dreaming. Lucid dreams are what I look forward for, when I hit bed.

Whispers of the mind- Creativity

After a long tiring day, I hit the couch, gouging on the news feed. Being very unconscious about what’s happening inside me, I was on a run with so much of feed on my phone. Out of the blue, there was a power cut and it was a dusk time. With mere light of the sun, there was no light switched on in the room and I fell asleep enjoying the darkness.

Without a trace of light in the room, I fell asleep and started living in my dreams.I slept for more than 2 hours and I was unaware of my dreaming.  I assumed I was living in that situation in real.  I dreamt of myself being at a desk, writing.

Now after the whole dream, I wasn’t sure of what I was writing but, it was a honest piece. Those words were from bottom of my heart. I could experience the catharsis of my mind, soul when I was living in that dream.

As I was drifting in dreams, I slided into lucid dreaming where I was aware of my dreaming. Soon after, I realised I was dreaming and I’m writing in that dream, I woke up in rush to jot down those words.

In the darkness, I grabbed pen and paper and was trying hard to recall the dream. I stood up, switched on the light and sat down to write.

And it’s all blank!

I couldn’t even find the trace of my dream. All I was left with, was a beautiful experience. There’s sense of exhiliration, relieved feeling of writing down those words in that dream. But i can’t recall those words! I can’t even figure out on what I was writing. Not a single word could be traced.

I couldn’t write what I wrote in the dream and I wanted  to write about the experience atleast.

This experience is special since I couldn’t even figure out a single word from that dream. There were times where I could write at least 2 lines of what I was writing in my dream.

There was one such dream where I scribbled the moment I got out of my dream. I wrote in a rush scared of forgetting the words I wrote in  my dream.

One such beautiful piece in recent times was,

“The faintest smell of all

Toss it all

Top it allYou’re sweet, brutal but, not all
Moreover you look real.

Scribbled words after I woke up from dream.

It’s about the person whom I met in my dream. I can’t even recall how the person looks but these are my impressions of the person whom I met in my dream. I’ve never met such person in real life and I don’t know how that person looks like.


As I was contemplating on this experience, I got to know that A.R.Rahman got tune of  “Tu hi re” from the movie 'Bombay' in his dreams itself.

He had a long day and slept off.  In his dreams, he heard this tune and lucky A.R.Rahman always had a sound recorder beside it seems. He documented the tune, the moment he got out of the dream and, the rest is history.


Also, recalling about this whole experience,  I get reminded of Elizabeth Glibert’s talk where she describes about the creativity perception by west back then.

“People believed that creativity was this divine attendant spirit that came to human beings from some distant and unknowable source, for distant and unknowable reasons. The Greeks famously called these divine attendant spirits of creativity "daemons." Socrates, famously, believed that he had a daemon who spoke wisdom to him from afar.”

It’s unexplainable yet, a beautiful experience indeed.  I wish to relive in that dream. Now, I wish to move out to a place where I can seek words in silence.