This is where words go. :): January 2010

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Some crazy dream

I had a dream where I was younger, like in my late teens, but it was the future. Lowpoint was a bustling metropolis. I lived in the same spot I grew up in in real life, but my house was completely different. It was small on the outside, but was like a mansion on the inside. I was hearing some really weird noises coming from outside, so I started to go out. As I was passing, I looked at the fireplace and noticed it wasn't lit. But when I got outside I looked at the chimney and noticed that it was billowing out a black-green colored smoke. Then I looked up at the sky and at the clouds and they were in some really distinct shapes. One of them was in the shape of a picture of a movie star... you could see the details in his face and everything! But I forget who I thought it looked like. At any rate, I went inside really fast to get my camera and take a picture of it, but by the time I got back out it was gone. So I looked around, and noticed that our house was really high up off the ground, kind of like the Jetsons, if you will. And our yard outside was just a man-made lawn like a potted plant of sorts. As I stood there, the ground started to give way! And I started falling and falling and falling. As I was falling I was hugging a piece of the "pot", as it were, that the yard was planted in. Mid-fall, the piece of the "pot" had turned into a REALLY big couch cushion and I turned into a really young girl. Like maybe about 8 or 10 or so. And when I landed, I landed on the big couch cushion and didn't get hurt in the fall at all. And my brother Dan was there when I fell and I ran into his arms and cried and cried and cried. Then the dream ended.

Now, how's that for weird?

Thursday, January 21, 2010

A Dream I Dreamt.

A Dream I Dreamt.

A bump, a whisper,
"Who's there", I say
and am replied with nothing.
I go back to sleep,
I dream of her,
a girl in flowing white,
whispering to me of things I need to hear.
And I wake to find her standing there,
a cold damp chills me.

"Who are you?", I ask
and am replied with nothing.
I go back to sleep.
In my dreams, I see her there,
beckoning to me.
I follow her.

She leads me to
a place, or a time,
where nothing is there that ever was.
It is shimmering,
a place I dreamt so long ago.

There are fields around me,
a soft focus,
and she whispers to me of things I need to hear.
As she whispers, flowers come to bloom.
Flowers I've never seen before,
all red and purple and gold.
We dance among the flowers and the wheats,
dancing,
dancing.

And she whispers to me some more,
and we fall asleep in the field,
dreaming of beautiful things.
When we wake, we eat the fruit of the trees
that have blossomed as we dreamed they would do.

And when I wake,
she is nothing but a distant memory
and I taste the fruit of forgotten dreams.