not precisely a dream, but i did write it in some insomniac semi-asleep state, a few days ago... so here ya go

a time in life when all and all moved way too fast

has departed from them but still lingers inside my heart.

the restlessness within, i still feel.

the need to change, move and flee still permeates my being.

disjointed rhythms, inside nd out,

out of tune melodies,

my inauthentic ego surround.

but every now and then,

i pick up a blank paper and black pen

and allow the cosmic flow to be poured out of my soul.

i become everything, as i lose myself in it,

i sing the song of peaceful silence,

allow my way to wander up and down The Way,

and can’t help but to close my eyes

and shed a celebratory tear to this, my day.

no need for a plane

to fly your mind away,

just go to your inner sky

and explore it like a free child.

a change of mood, a change of pace.

eyes open and closed again,

no life on hold,

no love withheld.

tea

Diana.
tea cups.
miniature tea cups.
line them up by color code.
"these make me so happy, I could cry"

i made a tea pun at a coffee shop and laughed really hard at myself.

tea-riffic, indeed.

do you know the way to san jose?

today i ventured on a bus up a hill until it made its final stop. continued walking up the hill until i hit a dirt road. stumbled into a field of tall grass and wildflowers that resided just past a broken barbed fence. layed low to the ground when i heard a group of motorbikes speeding up the road on the other side of the fence. wandered further up the hill which turned into a steep incline, the sun beat on my shoulders. met a family of curious puppies who followed me several hundred meters. spoke with a local stranger who showed me where to find some wild berries. shared a moment of awe with him when we came to an overlook of mountains and trees surrounding us on all sides. after a few minutes he went on his way and i found myself a clearing on this mountaintop to sit and absorb the view. visions of clouds being dragged across mountains off in the distance, blackbirds swimming in and out of them in great swarms. there i sat in perfect tranquility until the sky turned orange and purple-gray. i then made my way back down the steep hill until my feet met paved roads once again, and hopped on the next bus back to san jose.

the begining

scramble. i'm giving a speech? a boulder like person comes from behind. resembles greek/ancient character. evil. it interrupts. it is bad. i know he is here to hurt me. I run. fast. (this is unusual. i am more often than not restricted to a stunted skip in my dreams) I jump down a ledge. it's a mountain side. Into brush. sliding down hill on my rear, weaving in an out of the groves of trees. Boulder is chasing me. i start to lose speed, i push myself with my hands. back up to speed. nearing the end of hill. a string of rocks is embedded in the earth at the very end. i brace myself, they don't hurt, nor do they slow me down, I reach a platform, with 2 benches, facing out, surrounded by water. I jump in. he jumps in on the other side. he's now taken a more human form. the river is still but the current is strong. he is swept out. there are 2 others. neutrals? brothers? partners? a woman? illusions? the man is back, i watch him struggle to grasp the platform. i am swimming. on my back. gliding. so fast. the water is helping me. past so many other platforms. i come to a steps that lead out of the water, up to a church. Enter, Busy. look at a man on the phone, he distractedly hands me a towel. pastor- female in charge? recognizes me. is going to take me somewhere. she gets swept away in her distraction. i keep hiding from people approaching church, surely the ones coming out of the water are here to hurt me. everyone resembles the man. The 2 that were in the water with me-illusions?- walk into the church w/others. holding hands. they belong there.  

  Why am I the only one who is wet?

Someones phone is going off-loud.I explain why he should turn it off "in the house of the lord" he explains why he doesn't. 

Awake. my alarm is going off. my hands are on my face.

welcome to the dream blog

you are a beautiful handful of my favorite people. we're all spread out, coast to coast, some in other countries, some of us are never rooted in one place for very long. i woke up after a (not unusually) intense dream a few mornings ago, with no one to tell me dream to, and found myself missing all of you. enter: dream blog. maybe an esoteric way to keep in touch, but a way none the less. xo- amanda