Ik stel: overdag droom ik de dag en ’s nachts droom ik de nacht. Zo ontneem ik de werkelijkheid haar hiërarchie
Er is niet een “echte dag” tegenover een “onechte droom”. Beiden zijn verschijningen, beide zijn waar in hun eigen manifestatie.
De dagdroom is niet minder werkelijk omdat ik mijn ogen open heb; hij is slechts anders aangekleed. De nacht-droom is niet minder werkelijk omdat hij zich in mijn slaap voltrekt; hij volgt slechts andere regels. Overdag geloof ik in het decor van afspraken, tijd, bewijs en logica. ’s Nachts geloof ik in het decor van het ongerijmde, het grillige, het onverklaarbare.
Zo bekeken is de werkelijkheid een onafgebroken droom die voortdurend van kostuum verandert:
• In de dag draagt zij het masker van bewijs en feitelijkheid,
• In de nacht toont zij zich als spel van beelden en verhalen.
En telkens weer bevestigt zij haar echtheid, omdat zij verschijnt, of het nu als rekenkundige zekerheid is of als absurd visioen.
De uitspraak wordt dan bijna een patafysisch axioma: elk moment is een droom, en elke droom is een werkelijkheid in de gedaante waarin zij verschijnt.
Droom ik overdag de dag, en ’s nachts droom ik de nacht
Ik ben er van overtuigd dat er geen scherp onderscheid bestaat tussen wakker zijn en dromen. In beide gevallen verschijnt de werkelijkheid aan mij in de gedaante van een droom, alleen met een ander decor.
Wanneer ik mij door de dag beweeg, word ik omringd door afspraken, bewijzen, agenda’s en feiten. Zij vormen het toneelstuk van de dagdroom, waarin ik meespeel zonder te twijfelen aan de echtheid van het decor. Maar zodra de nacht valt, wisselt de werkelijkheid van kostuum. Dan ontvouwt zich een ander stuk, grilliger, onlogischer, maar niet minder waarachtig.
Voor mij zijn beide dromen werkelijk, omdat zij verschijnen. De dagdroom wordt waar doordat ik hem leef, de nachtdroom doordat ik hem onderga. Er bestaat geen hiërarchie, slechts twee manieren waarop de werkelijkheid zichzelf aan mij laat zien.
Zo besef ik dat mijn bestaan een onafgebroken droom is, waarin elke verschijning, of zij zich nu aandient als bewijs of als hallucinatie, een bevestiging is van echtheid. Overdag droom ik de dag, ’s nachts droom ik de nacht, en in beide gevallen droomt de werkelijkheid mij terug.
I propose: during the day I dream the day, and at night I dream the night. In this way, I deprive reality of its hierarchy
There is no such thing as a “real day” as opposed to a “unreal dream.” Both are appearances, both are true in their own manifestation.
The daydream is no less real because I have my eyes open; it is merely dressed differently. The night dream is no less real because it takes place in my sleep; it simply follows different rules. During the day, I believe in the backdrop of appointments, time, evidence, and logic. At night, I believe in the backdrop of the incongruous, the capricious, the inexplicable.
Seen in this light, reality is an uninterrupted dream that constantly changes costume:
• During the day, it wears the mask of evidence and factuality,
• At night, it reveals itself as a play of images and stories.
And time and again, it confirms its authenticity because it appears, whether as mathematical certainty or as absurd vision.
The statement then becomes almost a pataphysical axiom: every moment is a dream, and every dream is a reality in the form in which it appears.
So during the day I dream the day, and at night I dream the night.
I live in the conviction that there is no sharp distinction between being awake and dreaming. In both cases, reality appears to me in the form of a dream, only with a different setting.
As I move through the day, I am surrounded by appointments, evidence, schedules, and facts. They form the stage play of the daydream, in which I participate without doubting the authenticity of the setting. But as soon as night falls, reality changes its costume. Then another play unfolds, more capricious, more illogical, but no less true.
For me, both dreams are real because they appear. The daydream becomes real because I live it, the nightdream because I experience it. There is no hierarchy, only two ways in which reality reveals itself to me.
Thus, I realize that my existence is an uninterrupted dream, in which every appearance, whether it presents itself as proof or as a hallucination, is a confirmation of authenticity. During the day, I dream the day; at night, I dream the night; and in both cases, reality dreams me back.
I propose: during the day I dream the day, and at night I dream the night. In this way, I deprive reality of its hierarchy
There is no such thing as a “real day” as opposed to a “unreal dream.” Both are appearances, both are true in their own manifestation.
The daydream is no less real because I have my eyes open; it is merely dressed differently. The night dream is no less real because it takes place in my sleep; it simply follows different rules. During the day, I believe in the backdrop of appointments, time, evidence, and logic. At night, I believe in the backdrop of the incongruous, the capricious, the inexplicable.
Seen in this light, reality is an uninterrupted dream that constantly changes costume:
• During the day, it wears the mask of evidence and factuality,
• At night, it reveals itself as a play of images and stories.
And time and again, it confirms its authenticity because it appears, whether as mathematical certainty or as absurd vision.
The statement then becomes almost a pataphysical axiom: every moment is a dream, and every dream is a reality in the form in which it appears.
So during the day I dream the day, and at night I dream the night.
I live in the conviction that there is no sharp distinction between being awake and dreaming. In both cases, reality appears to me in the form of a dream, only with a different setting.
As I move through the day, I am surrounded by appointments, evidence, schedules, and facts. They form the stage play of the daydream, in which I participate without doubting the authenticity of the setting. But as soon as night falls, reality changes its costume. Then another play unfolds, more capricious, more illogical, but no less true.
For me, both dreams are real because they appear. The daydream becomes real because I live it, the nightdream because I experience it. There is no hierarchy, only two ways in which reality reveals itself to me.
Thus, I realize that my existence is an uninterrupted dream, in which every appearance, whether it presents itself as proof or as a hallucination, is a confirmation of authenticity. During the day, I dream the day; at night, I dream the night; and in both cases, reality dreams me back.
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