I wrote a short piece, I was thinking of submitting it to my college's literary magazine. I wanted to get some feedback on it before I submit it, though. So tell me, is it interesting ,is it !@#$, is it worth submitting?
I stand up suddenly, realizing my legs are still beneath me. I had been having these weird dreams lately, wondering the difference between the reality I see with my eyes, and the reality my brain creates for me. The majority of the world is so convinced that the world their eyes show them is ultimate reality. The truth is that what we consider reality is just a bunch of neurons firing back and forth at each other to paint us a picture of our surroundings. If this is the case, then isnt our brain also creating what we deem reality? If this is the case, then why cant dreams also be considered real? Dreams, while perhaps not psychologically relevant, do allow us a modicum of freedom that we cannot find in what we deem ultimate reality. In my dreams I am a bird, flying high, and thinking only of the wind in my face. In my dreams, I see my beloved, beautiful as she is, as we hold hands till oblivion. In my dreams, I am the President of the United States, holding the world in my hands. In my dreams, I see my mother as breathtaking as she was before her illness, and her sage words comfort me. So, I ask this question, why cant dreams be reality?
I appreciate any feedback.