dream on, dream on, dream on,
dream yourself a dream come true
dream on, dream on, dream on,
and dream until your dream comes true.....

Last night the dream visited me again.. The recurring dream that in the end knocks me out of my slumber leaving me sweating and panting. This dream cannot be categorised into a nightmare, though it sustains the after-effects of a terrible nightmare; I am not petrified by the towering figure confronting the hero, which is not an unusual specter but a tall, muscular, handsome looking figure with a smiling face. I am not scared of the surroundings and the atmosphere which is pitch dark in a moonless night. The visions are not disturbing either, where the hero, robed in a batman like costume, with a long curved sword in hand and a scar face (like a mask) stand facing the big personality who is the villain, the nemesis man in this dream. The smiling face however is unmasked and unarmed adorned in whites and a gloating smile. The ugly looking scar-faced hero decapitates the good looking face out its burly body with a rapacious swing of his scimitar, severing at the neck with blood squirting out of it like a fountain. The fountain grew bigger and bigger and finally took the shape of another gleefully grinning face. He was taken aback with the monstrous appearance of another face but relentlessly pursued the act of beheading them one by one, every face he recognized meeting the concave edge of his sword and until..... I had the vision, I was the severing scar-face and I was the severed smiling face; the smiling I knew the outcome from the beginning and the startled fighting I unaware doing what I was meant to do with a steadfast determination, until it climaxed...

The atmosphere turned hostile, there were sounds of lightnings and no visible signs of it. The grim hero and the good looking many-faced smiling villain were now placed at the highest altitude atop everything awaiting climax. The ultimate face was to be formed out of the bloody fountain, the pinnacle in the degree of apparition; the dream turned nightmare as the scar-faced witnessed the awfully widest grin of his own treacherous face taking shape.. The crumbling began with the sword and the ground disintegrating plummeting the hero into the abyss, the unknown, the nether world. He screamed out loud but the voice coming out of his chords were sucked in by the black hole producing no sound. The fall was like eternity, there was no end to it; the hero never made contact with a tangible surface. At every layer or interval of fall he was disrobed of himself like plucking out the various shades of himself from him. His plunge into the great gaping chasm persisted until the eyes opened abruptly landing him on his bed disconnected from the dream. The new reality was dark, silenced but for the pounding of his heart and the feel of the trickling sweat on his impeccable and startled face.

The recurring dream left many questions unanswered and prompted me to buy a copy of 'The Interpretation Of Dreams' by Sigmund Freud. I dont know what it means, I am curious to know.. but I am more than curious to put an end to it...

Aerosmith's song is not very pleasing to hear after this...

dream on, dream on, dream on,
and dream until your dream comes true.....