Taiwo Thomas

Sleep: A Learned Skill, A Mastered Weapon

Dreams. That's what I love the most about sleeping. A welcome break from reality maybe, or just the randomness of the plot twists. Shifting from paragliding off a cliff with the love of your life firmly strapped in front of you, to your 27 year old self writing an algebra exam at your former high school. I love dreams but not sleep, and the former seems to work out perfectly for me. As soon as my upper and lower eyelids touch each other involuntarily, I'm found in an alternate earth with knowledge and memories that I never had. And then I wake up, back in the real, wondering what all that meant. But the greatest thing about dreams is seeing it happen in real life and realizing that you already dreamed it. Fascinating. I once dreamed a costly heartbreak, with me being the breaker of the heart and the bearer of the cost. Of course, the dream was as figurative as it could be, but I know that the only reason why I didn't see it coming was because I didn't pay attention. Though it's hard to pay attention when you dream every sleep. Curating dreams will do a lot for my creativity but that feels like it would be slave work. For now, I dream every night and I write them down sometimes.