Sweet dream
What a sweet dream I had last night! Sweet and delicious. I keep thinking of it, and for a moment I felt I was living it.
I rarely have color dreams now. When I was young almost every night I had colorful and exciting dreams. Sometimes I revisited the same dream for a number of nights.
In one dream, I could fly. I had no wings but if I ran faster, I could fly up high in the sky. In another, I was an intellectual in ancient times, bidding farewell to my family and embarking on a long journey to the capital to take the state exam.
The most intriguing dream is the one about the two continents, separated only by a narrow strait. I was studying in a university in a big city on the south continent. I boarded a flight to the north, and came to the sea side where the water is cool and blue, the sand white, and the beach ragged with rocks. I can still visualize the two continents, like viewing a map.
In another dream, I was swimming by the sea. The water was deep, chilly and blue. The pool was surrounded by rocks, much like it was carved out of the ocean. Not far away there were whales, spraying water up to the sky. The view was stunning, like an oil painting.
When I was young, I had this dream about my future. I dreamed that I had a daughter, maybe four, maybe five. She was there with me, in front of our little house of chocolate color, while I was holding a baby boy in my arms. Then an ice cream van drove by, its music playing. "Look, look!" I said, pointing to the van. We all smiled.
Dreams are mysterious media, to the past we don't know, or to the future we can't tell.
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Cold raining day. Even Phil would rather stay at the bottom of the tank where the water is warmer. I made a bunch of lavender branches and put it in the closet. Sage is still blooming intense pink flowers in these cold wet days. The day has grown shorter. Time for baked pumpkin and hot apple cider, and growing fat in front of the TV.
I rarely have color dreams now. When I was young almost every night I had colorful and exciting dreams. Sometimes I revisited the same dream for a number of nights.
In one dream, I could fly. I had no wings but if I ran faster, I could fly up high in the sky. In another, I was an intellectual in ancient times, bidding farewell to my family and embarking on a long journey to the capital to take the state exam.
The most intriguing dream is the one about the two continents, separated only by a narrow strait. I was studying in a university in a big city on the south continent. I boarded a flight to the north, and came to the sea side where the water is cool and blue, the sand white, and the beach ragged with rocks. I can still visualize the two continents, like viewing a map.
In another dream, I was swimming by the sea. The water was deep, chilly and blue. The pool was surrounded by rocks, much like it was carved out of the ocean. Not far away there were whales, spraying water up to the sky. The view was stunning, like an oil painting.
When I was young, I had this dream about my future. I dreamed that I had a daughter, maybe four, maybe five. She was there with me, in front of our little house of chocolate color, while I was holding a baby boy in my arms. Then an ice cream van drove by, its music playing. "Look, look!" I said, pointing to the van. We all smiled.
Dreams are mysterious media, to the past we don't know, or to the future we can't tell.
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Cold raining day. Even Phil would rather stay at the bottom of the tank where the water is warmer. I made a bunch of lavender branches and put it in the closet. Sage is still blooming intense pink flowers in these cold wet days. The day has grown shorter. Time for baked pumpkin and hot apple cider, and growing fat in front of the TV.
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