Kuranes often dreamt of place called Celephais. Kuranes actually wasn’t his name; it was a name he gained while dreaming. He was called something else when awake.
He often thought of the home of his boyhood, undoubtedly much change by now. One night, while sleeping, he dreamt of his home, the landscape, the people, the buildings, all of it. Not too far from his home was a city called Celephais, which was a sight to behold. It was wonderful and Kuranes was all too sorry to wake from his dream. A few days later Kuranes dreamt of the city again, this time he was actually able to make it inside of the city in his dreams.
From this point forward, Kuranes sought out sleep and the city of Celephais. Many nights he did not dream of Celephais, but did dream of many great and wonderful places, none of which were Celephais. Kuranes even went so far as to start buying medications that would cause him to fall asleep. He would take more and more medications and spend more and more money on them. Eventually, Kuranes was out of money. He was turned out into the street.
Kuranes did not stay there long though because the knights of Celephais came with armour and grand horses to take him to Celephais. Once there, Kuranes was crowned king and is probably ruling there still.
The body of a man was being tossed by the waves against the rocks. It had been the body of an old man, turned out of his home and into the streets.
H.P. apparently had a thing for the dream state. He has written much of dreams, which can certainly be interesting. We’ve all had dreams we didn’t want to wake up from. I myself have written short stories and made artwork based on particularly striking dreams. H.P. must have been similarly inspired.
This idea of escaping the real world to live in one of dreams is something that is somewhat dear to me. I have written a book, a couple in fact, hopefully someday you’ll read them, about the idea of thoughts and daydreams being able to take over someone, or to act as a life-preserver. Dreams can do both. Dreams can carry you away, so much so that your life is carried away right with them, but dreams can also be a welcome respite from reality.
My whole reasoning is this–if your life is so awful and the only thing that gets you through day-to-day is a daydream, by all means daydream away. If it’s a choice between being terribly depressed and not doing anything or doing something, but imagining that you’re doing it with Ryan Gosling (whatever the “it” may be), go for it. I think we sometimes need a distraction like that in order to get through life. If you need to think about being Beyonce to get yourself through a particularly hard period of your life, I tend to think you go ahead and think of yourself as Beyonce.
On the darker side of this, dreams, daydreams, etc., can become delusions. You can think about something so much that it becomes real to you. No, Ryan Gosling isn’t really making a run to the drugstore to pick you up a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, in fact, you’ve never met Ryan Gosling, so you probably shouldn’t still be waiting for him to get back from the drugstore six months after he left, which he actually didn’t.
I think Kuranes, as he was called in Celephais, got carried away with his dream. His life probably sucked. I don’t think well-adjusted people get carried away in dreams like that. I think you must have something in your life that makes it so bad that an imaginary world would be better. Real life can be bad, it’s true, but it can also be great–the taste of pizza, chocolate, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, super high-definition eyeballs, orgasms, and sniffing all the candles in Bath and Body Works–how does it get better than that? That doesn’t mean that Kuranes didn’t have some sort of mental disorder, which certainly could have been the case.
I think with any obsession, we’re trying to break away from our realities because there is something so awful in our realities that we just need a little break. There are addicts and alcoholics galore because people need a break from reality sometimes and that break can turn into a need for more breaks, depending on the circumstances. Could you really blame someone, who had grown up being sexually abused by their father, for turning into an alcoholic? We’d probably all be alcoholics in that case.
I don’t know what was going on in Kuranes’ life, but I bet it wasn’t all lollipops and gumdrops. Celephais sounds like a pretty sweet deal; he’s even the king there, as imaginary lands go, it sounds like a pretty good one.
I feel bad for Kuranes, but I’m glad he’s happy.
Do you ever use daydreams as an escape from reality when your life is bad?
Do you think Kuranes ended up with everything he wanted?