Midnight wake up call? o.O

When the grandfather clock is almost ready to show me that its midnight! And am total wrapped up in the bed, then a sudden feeling of an unknown happiness strikes me. A kind of feeling that gives you all the strength, a conspiring feeling that gives you the courage to do anything, everything. Go around the space, take a ride to anywhere in the world in your sleeping pajamas, conquer the cosmos, and what not. And for no reasons, or maybe for so many reasons, today I have this feeling that there are so many things I can actually do, than what I have always believed myself to be capable of doing. Well this statement is no plain statement now, for me as well. So let me make it a bit more precise, in real I feel like there is nothing that I can’t actually make myself believe that I can’t do. Cause there is much more than what I have ever seen, or believed to have existed. In fact things are much more broader, much more wider, and what not. We dream, we aspire, so is it just that we subconsciously happen to have a mere fantasy that can never  actually be achieved? Well, if I have to answer this question right now, in this state of my mind, I would surely say that, hadn’t these things actually existed why would they even come up to us? Why would they even bother to knock against us, make some rustling noise, wake us up. There must have been something to do with our imagination, our creativity, our dreams. If not, then how would possibly Newton know that gravity could even exist, how would relativity make such a hit and how would rockets actually come to exist? Don’t you think so? Here, I guess, it would be more than relevant to bring up an instance that occurred to me few years back. I had been trying to solve a mathematical problem throughout the evening, and I couldn’t actually solve it. So I decided to take a nap, and to my utter surprise, I actually happened to solve that problem in my sleep. And what was that actually? Was my subconscious more than consciously solving the problem? Or was that dramatic enough? Oh well, I just don’t know what happened then. But when I think of it today, I feel like it was the power of my imagination, my zeal to solve the problem, and all that I had within me, the strength of my own self, that I hadn’t known when I was conscious enough.  For today I see no barriers, no hurdles and no bridges. I can just see my destination, perfectly resting there, waiting for me to come embrace it, come have it! In the process of life, I might come across many instances, where I would have to change the course of my life, change my perception, my viewpoints and many more, but in the end what shall keep me moving will always be that one dream I have for myself. The only thing that shall take me through all the doldrums of my life, all the haplessness and all the lows would be my hope and faith. The alacrity to prove that what I had been dreaming in fact was what my subconscious and the universe was conspiring for me!