Imaginary postcard…

The human mind is a wonderful thing, our minds creating enough room inside for whole worlds to reside, our powerful imaginations forming any fantasy or terror. Just look at the worlds that sit on your bookshelves – worlds in other dimensions and galaxies, other times, in countries that have never existed, families and people that have never walked on this solid earth.

Go to the movies, watch television, listen to the radio – worlds from inside our minds are everywhere.

And then there are our dreams, nightly worlds created out of thought, processed from subconscious and left to play, fragments of some leftovers of the day, our fears and hopes flickering on the screens inside our minds.

We can travel anywhere in there, be anybody and anything we want to be. No need to get a grip on reality, we are making our own reality and it is no less real for being of our mind.

I wonder what it would be like to get locked inside your mind, in a coma maybe, inhabiting a world of your own making. Would it be like a dream, coming and going in short bursts - episodic meanderings? Or would it be a different state altogether, a wandering in a landscape that you may or not control – melting clocks and burning giraffes and castles on stilts in the air?

Purgatory or paradise I wonder?

Purgatory or paradise?

Answers on an imaginary postcard please.