Oct. 31st, 2013

monk111: (Flight)
A special dream last night. I woke up at about four, feeling as though I had a religious experience. It is too bad that I was not moved enough to write it down right away, because I lost a good bit of it by the time I woke up again this morning.

I suppose I have been a little too turned on by Sky Ferreira, in particular, listening to “Everything Is Embarrassing” over and over again, lost in her blonde voice pleading to let her be my lover. Yeah, twist my arm, baby! My dream (or at least my memory of it) begins with this fine young woman walking in a sunlit valley, with a tune rather like this one playing, well, yes, like my dream is a music video, for the first scene anyway.

The dream was much bigger than that. It seemed to speak of a new age being born. I can now only recall one other scene: the wall between the States and Mexico is torn down, and people start streaming in both directions. Of course, one can snidely point out that the border is pretty porous anyway, and that people already stream across in both directions - we’re not really talking about the Berlin Wall here - but I think it is the principle of the thing, the falling away of borders, and this was the spirit of the whole dream: peace and love was breaking through to rule the world, like the realization of heaven on earth, God and his kingdom have finally come. And I think we are all invited to stay.

I have been hoping for a return to a richer dream life, though I do not know if I should really want something that is somewhat messianic. Nonetheless, I count it as a consoling dream, coming to me in a time when happy thoughts have become so alien to me, not having had any happy thoughts in years. It felt good.

Cats

Oct. 31st, 2013 03:50 pm
monk111: (Cats)
I would let the cats out, as the sun came out strong this afternoon, reaching 90 degrees, but it happens to be Halloween, and especially since I already have them in the house, I want to protect them from riotous trick-or-treaters. I will probably let them go at around eleven; I do want a better chance at a good sleep.

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Now all three cats are crying at the kitchen sliding-door. They see all that sunshine, but they cannot see tonight's trick-or-treaters.
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