Dusk and dawn
Location: Old European Style, beautiful antique house, right by the sea
The dream was broken into ridiculous pieces..each with their bizarre implication:
Piece one: the breakup - I was dating, ahem, my dad. Everybody else was grossed out by this, including ourselves. Mom was around us, smiling and appreciating (at least wasn't bothered by) the fact. But dad and I are too different so we decided to break up. I said "think about it, our only future is you and mom have a divorce - and I don't wanna be a child with divorced parents!" his response "fair enough!" It was the easiest breakup ever. [I think this dream happened because: I was reading Hemingway before bed, and dad used to love Hemingway and he kinda resembles the main character in A Farewell to Arms, so I carried the admiration into the dream; my subconscious has also been stressing about the uncertainty of my relationship in reality, which probably has a promising amicable breakup and a dead end]
Piece two: I was with A in N's car, A was flirting with a short-haired blonde girl and doing some nipple twisting. I was simply happy that he's capable of such heavy flirting and the girl seemed to be into him. The scene switched to a picture of C and A both grinning ear to ear at each other, and in the dream I realized that I've already broke up with C. So I sighed and said "oh how I miss your smiles." C walked over, we were suddenly in a ball room, people dancing around us. And he said "I'd love to have you back, what do you think?", his blue eyes looking into my soul. I comfortably rested in the familiar pair of arms, saying I need a little more time. [I think I just really miss C in reality]
Piece three: He found me writing long emails to D, asking if I was cheating on him. I was not, but I did pay too much attention to the emails, and to the elusive person who made me so infatuated. [Every inch of D screams 'danger' to me, as I seem to have found my own soul in another body. I've been obsessed with his travel plans, his guitar, his language, his Shostakovich, Eric Satie, Philip Glass...]
Piece four: I walked out in the night, casually looking up, and saw the most stunning starry night with all colors of stars, milky way, and some recognizable patterns. My jaw dropped, my heart raced, I could not believe my eyes... After a while, when walking past a dock, the ocean began to have some deep turquoise color, some part of it was stormy blue. The color flashes, changes with each rush of wave, like a moving oil painting. The waves grew wilder and wilder with each pulse, and I was thinking to myself: I think I know how to paint the waves now. At the same time I was so afraid because I know it was going to swallow me, yet I cannot help but appreciating the beauty of it. [Oh such a wonderful universe, which my myopic eyes can hardly appreciate enough in reality]
It was absolutely breathtaking.
Location: Old European Style, beautiful antique house, right by the sea
The dream was broken into ridiculous pieces..each with their bizarre implication:
Piece one: the breakup - I was dating, ahem, my dad. Everybody else was grossed out by this, including ourselves. Mom was around us, smiling and appreciating (at least wasn't bothered by) the fact. But dad and I are too different so we decided to break up. I said "think about it, our only future is you and mom have a divorce - and I don't wanna be a child with divorced parents!" his response "fair enough!" It was the easiest breakup ever. [I think this dream happened because: I was reading Hemingway before bed, and dad used to love Hemingway and he kinda resembles the main character in A Farewell to Arms, so I carried the admiration into the dream; my subconscious has also been stressing about the uncertainty of my relationship in reality, which probably has a promising amicable breakup and a dead end]
Piece two: I was with A in N's car, A was flirting with a short-haired blonde girl and doing some nipple twisting. I was simply happy that he's capable of such heavy flirting and the girl seemed to be into him. The scene switched to a picture of C and A both grinning ear to ear at each other, and in the dream I realized that I've already broke up with C. So I sighed and said "oh how I miss your smiles." C walked over, we were suddenly in a ball room, people dancing around us. And he said "I'd love to have you back, what do you think?", his blue eyes looking into my soul. I comfortably rested in the familiar pair of arms, saying I need a little more time. [I think I just really miss C in reality]
Piece three: He found me writing long emails to D, asking if I was cheating on him. I was not, but I did pay too much attention to the emails, and to the elusive person who made me so infatuated. [Every inch of D screams 'danger' to me, as I seem to have found my own soul in another body. I've been obsessed with his travel plans, his guitar, his language, his Shostakovich, Eric Satie, Philip Glass...]
Piece four: I walked out in the night, casually looking up, and saw the most stunning starry night with all colors of stars, milky way, and some recognizable patterns. My jaw dropped, my heart raced, I could not believe my eyes... After a while, when walking past a dock, the ocean began to have some deep turquoise color, some part of it was stormy blue. The color flashes, changes with each rush of wave, like a moving oil painting. The waves grew wilder and wilder with each pulse, and I was thinking to myself: I think I know how to paint the waves now. At the same time I was so afraid because I know it was going to swallow me, yet I cannot help but appreciating the beauty of it. [Oh such a wonderful universe, which my myopic eyes can hardly appreciate enough in reality]
It was absolutely breathtaking.
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