In Inception, Leonardo DiCaprio’s character, Cobb, sees his children in dream- or memory-like sequences, but the camera never shows their faces.
This reflects his subconscious refusal to accept any imitation of reality as genuine. It acts as a psychological barrier—Cobb doesn't allow himself the satisfaction of seeing their faces in a dream, knowing it isn't truly them.
Today, I had a similar feeling..
In the dream, I saw my Dad wearing one of the red polos he used. He was in a pool at South Padre Island, where I'm staying for a couple of weeks and used to come to while growing up with my family.
Gabriel was also there, and I saw they were either chatting or playing together, something that has never happened and won’t happen (Gabriel was born four months after my dad passed away).
I couldn’t get close or hear their conversation, though. I stayed at a distance and just saw them interact.
Somehow, my mind wasn’t able to bring the moment to life in vivid detail. It was as if I myself had put up a barrier between reality and fiction, like Cobb.
It wasn’t a sad dream though. I didn’t wake up feeling melancholic or emotional.
It was more like being a witness to something forbidden. I found the whole thing very strange.
Can you relate to this?
#day218