white eyes

ever had a dream, so real, that you could say you were conscious throughout it yet had no control over the circumstances in that/those particular dream(s)?

"how would you explain colour to someone who was born blind?"

now i don't know about you but i heard someone speaking about a man who was born blind, the speaker used various examples to, i guess, express the difference that sight makes to one's life.
how it affects conduct, speech and among other things, but by far above all these, understanding.

"how would you describe a rainbow to someone who was born blind?"

i woke up in a dream. felt real. touch, smell, noise, felt like i was really there.
some things were a little distorted though, as dreams and nightmares often are.
i felt a burning sensation over my eyes, like there was a spicy veil of pitch black under my eyelids.
i remember that in my dream, like something from the film cloverfield, there were some short, vague 'cuts' and 'clips' all muffled of what i assume would be memories (that arent mine, or are yet to come)
in my awaking, i got like a sudden jolt, in which came the realization of relationships, friends, circles of life, that in reality arent, or arent yet.

(i understand if you decide not to read on from here, it would almost seem im writing out the plot of a horror movie, but again, i want assure that this was a dream i had, the start of it at least, and what i remember at that)

as i got up, my vision wasnt changing at all, desperation came over me, like iv never felt before, so much fear, so much change, it was a lot to take in.

"how would you describe a beautiful, clear, cascading waterfall to someone who was born blind?"

in my dream, the next thing i knew, i was in a bed again, different, uncomfortable and to make things weirder i was tied down without a trace of memory.
the difference this time around was that i could see...kinda.
i saw in 'cuts' and 'clips' the reality i was in, in between was darkness, void.
the turn around of my dream, was with the person sitting by me, holding tightly to my right hand.
from the vagueness of what i could capture, i heard some indistinct murmuring, and in the midst of a blur, her face. so unreal and yet real. such radiance, beauty, hope.. (her name i wont disclose)


when i woke up (for real) my face was covered in tears, my pillow was wet of them, my throat was sore as though i had been screaming for days on end, and my heart, racing, such exhilirating desperation i've never felt before.



i wonder, how many people go on living each day, with sight and yet no vision, with a face and yet no identity, so filled with life and yet know no purpose