Dreams are the by-products of our sub-conscious
state of mind. Dreams are of many kinds. But the dream which I had last Sunday
was the most interesting dream of mine. In the dream, I was transported into a
fairy land where beautiful belles were dancing and singing.
I dream that I had gone to Paris. There I went
into a night club. I saw many exciting scenes there - Twist, Ballroom and Shake
were going on. As I was watching the spectacle of dance and drama, a beautiful
girl gazed upon me. I was attracted by her rosy cheeks and alluring eyes and
smiles on her face. I at once recollected the famous poem of Keats known as ‘La
Belle Dame Sans Merci”. Her silent expression of love enthralled me. I was
really captivated by her charms and sweetness. She was really making her silent
expressions of love to me. I thought of responding to her love.
I talked to her and she passed very lovely and
witty remarks upon me. Then both of us took a cup of coffee. We talked to our hearts,
content. At the same time, I was recollecting the eternal lines of Shakespeare.
Love is not love that alters. As it finds
alterations or bends with the remover to remove. Now I was thinking whether her
love was true or false. But I tried to be true to her. I sincerely expressed my
love to her in the rust unambiguous terms. We ultimately promised to marry and
live companions.
Soon the dance, drama and music programed came to
an end. With this, she also went somewhere, saying that she will be coming
soon.
I kept waiting for her. But she did not turn up. I
was repenting over my love. As I was pondering over this heart-stricken
subject, my eyes opened. I realized that I was enjoying the night life of Paris
in dream.
In the dream, I really came across a woman who has been Described
by John Keats in his profound poem “La
Belle Dame Sans Merci” i.e. “The Beautiful Woman without Mercy”. The dream was resting,
exciting and intoxicating.