After Ameya has retired to bed and closed his eyes, just one minute before he falls asleep, his brain works the fastest. He processes one thought after another at light speed, his eyes dart about in an attempt to collect everything he felt through the day, and he tries t I don’t usually have a brilliant flash at the end of this one minute, and anyway it would need a mammoth-sized inspiration to stop oneself from falling asleep, so I don’t spring out of my bed to write down whatever I can recall. On other days when I do, I have a dream-less sleep. I think my fast running brain prepares a base for a dream. When I was younger, I would constantly try to guide my mind to make me experience a particular kind of dream, with particular people in it. Or I would wake up in the middle of the night after a dream took the wrong direction and then coax it in the direction I wished to take it. I succeeded often. I think most of us capable of doing that. I don't think dreams are involuntary.


The above revelation has come to me in a brilliant flash.