Inception is such a cool movie! Its mind blowing.
I for one have never thought of dreams within a dream.
(ya i know many ppl said they have. maybe im not that imaginative.)
And taking it down so many layers, introducing them a layer at a time, where in each layer, the dream goes on.
And being able to create and enter the dreamworld of someone else.
Super interesting.
I think i got like, only 3/4 of the full picture of the movie.
Which i suspect the full picture of the movie isnt even a full picture at all.
The person that created the movie probably didnt fashion it in a way that everything could be fully explained and fully understood.
But i just want to watch it over and over
till i can piece more of the puzzle pieces together,
till i can get the most complete picture of it that my mind possibly can.
The problem is, the more i think about it, there seems to be more questions popping out for me to answer rather than my current questions being solved.
Either i find someone who understands the movie better to discuss it with, or maybe i should just stop thinking about it. Hahhaha.
That said, the movie also made me realise a sad truth.
Our dreams are from our subconsious.
They are what our own minds create.
In the 2plus years that youve been gone, i have dreamt of you only three times.
But i was glad to think that there was still a place that you could be real to me.
A place that i could meet you, interact with you again.
A place, in my dreams.
I wanted so badly to dream of you again.
I prayed for it.
I was wrong.
Its just a facade. Just a shade of who you are.
Just my impression of you or memory of you or what i know of you.
It isnt you, truly, coming into my dreams.
It wasnt you. It wasnt real. It was just me.
No different from an imaginary friend.
No different from a lie.
He let her go.
The truth hurts.
But truth is still truth.
And someday, it may liberate me, as it liberated him.
Gosh, i miss you so.
Time healed the crying.
Time healed the grieving.
Can time heal this feeling of missing you?
Memorials were never meant to be held just once.
I know this: You were real. Your goodness was real. Our friendship was real.
And thats the truth.
These memories will be kept alive in my mind and in my heart.
And thats my hope and prayer.
i miss you.
