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dilemma of the start...

I was hoping I would start my first dream entry with an intensely profound dream I get sometimes that change the course of the rest my life ... but instead I was blessed with a rather messy, chaotic conglomerate of dreams that seem more like little fragments of insight into various time-lines and possible existences of myself at different curled up dimensions induced by my thoughts at random... mundane, everyday-life dreams ...

Like every new journal you start, you want the beginning entry to be perfect and important to set the tone for the subsequent entries, so you hesitate and wait and wonder and stall and procrastinate... but that's exactly how you miss the point.
The point is to put your three-dimensional pen on the 2 dimensional plane of the paper and weave a multi-dimensional life designed by your dreams... In this case, we have elevated to pounding on a 3D typing board on a 4th dimensional virtual plane to draw a thicker connection to the ethereal/ dream world and our physical reality -
!! thanks to dreamcatcher.net !!. The point is to get started, no matter what and no matter where and give your energy river of imagination a place of origin, a spring - a well.

So I will humbly start digging a well in this entry, so it may fill with the stuff that dreams are made of... and maybe one day my little well turns into a fountain, a pond, a lake, a river that then leads my way to the ocean of freedom...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tWb6cbhr04

So the first dream of last night, I remember... and it's 8PM already - mind you, is a dream where I found myself invited to live at a dorm like arrangement with a roommate. Turns out to be that her and I were recruited to be trained for a secret organization of some sort. We would share a room and a car ( a matte-black brand new beemer 3 series) and during the day we were to be trained, while at night we would be tested in simulations.

Our first lesson, we received from a flamboyant black mama, who taught us the art of "camouflage" or how to "disguise" oneself. SHE WAS HILARIOUS... my god! She would throw on a wig and turn into completely different personas - like a bald old man or a tiny little girl with a lollipop. That night, I was to run solo in a simulation and I was crazy excited to drive the car. My challenge was to change my looks according to the situations I was put in... I had a blast, until I got tangled up trying put on my super hero tights, while driving. The tights wouldn't stay on my left leg and just get entangled and every time I tried fixing it my wheels go out of control.

I did finally manage to get the whole situation under control I assume because my car had turned into a bicycle and was riding down a miraculous bike lane in the middle of a wonderful field full of amazingly lush trees and colorful flowers. The sky had a mysterious quality ....

maaaaaaaa... gotta run for yoga session. it cannot believe that it takes me an entire day to write down a dream!

...There were bubbles in the sky, tree branches made of out of clouds and fragrant butterflies in the air. The air felt spring-afternoon-warm with a tinge of comforting humidity just caressing the lungs. As I bicycled down the beautiful road, listening to my ipod, I caught tiny bits and pieces of conversations of the people I was passing. Sadly, most of them were brainless and dull, "You won't believe what she said to me today...that b***..." or "Why don't they put concrete on this stupid road..." or "Oh my gosh, I broke my nail... blablabla...". When I was wondering to myself how these people could entertain such irrelevant and pity thoughts in the presence of such majestic magnificence of this glistening lucid world just bursting of life, I heard an older couple saying just what I thought. I greeted them with a smile and continued my train of thought with the intention to take my father for a walk on this road when he comes visit... I haven't seen him in over 3 years and he is turning 50 this year.

I miss him a lot.

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