ice crystal passage by puma

I had an anime dream last week.  Of course it starred my CAT!  Well a version of my cat.  My cat is black, svelte, silky, muscular, a gorgeous creature to be sure.

It was all ala…. Chronicles of Narnia

 

 

In the dream, I can only remember one scene.  I had to pass from one world to the next over a dangerous glacial ice crevice.  It was all midnight blue skies, wind swirling ice crystals, snow and ice sparkling jagged peaks.  My cat became a hybrid creature…. part puma, glowing green gold eyes, part horse with long legs carrying me swiftly, galloping over ice and snow.

I do not remember the destination, only the journey.   Thanks for the ride dear kitty cat!

 

hey hey, you you, get onto my mushroom cloud?

So as I lay my head upon my pillow, my soft fluffy cloud of down, I continue to wait for Mick Jagger to show up in my dream.  (See yesterday’s post Get off my cloud)

I must have visualized a cloud, set an intention for Mick to sit upon and visit.  Mixed in with the holiday prep. for NYE and the hype of 2012 doomsayers…..  I think I just musta, I musta got lost! (see J Geils lyrics).  The cloud that exploded into my dream was a full on Nagasaki atomic bomb!  and poof the dream was over.  Now awake, the minutia of the day, my work, my life floating all around me like goose down feathers, slowing sinking back down to earth.

I appreciate that this dream was in black and white and without soundtrack.  Just a silent cloud explosion ending in nothing but feathers and

no Mick in sight.

Get off my cloud

I am waiting for Mick Jagger to show up in a dream.  I wish I had a dream about Mick Jagger.  But alas, he showed up one pillow over in my husband’s dream.  I asked my hubby what the dream was about, but he couldn’t remember.  Mick, you need to get off of his cloud and onto mine.

hey hey you you...

 

I actually don’t really care if Mick Jagger shows up in my dream or not.  I have plenty of celebrity encounters in dreams. It’s not about the WHO in a dream, it’s not even about the WHAT.  I find it’s mostly about the HOW did it make me feel?  HOW was it illustrated?  I love the cinematic, b&w dream, the super styled Vogue photo shoot worthy dream, the avant guard HOW would you even begin to illustrate that dream?

I do wish to incorporate more visuals into my writing about my dreams.  I have not yet thought of an quick and easy way to pull the images from my head and into WordPress.  There needs to be a downloadable chip from ear or eye to computer port or an invisible string on a reel from the tangle of brain to the organized chip.  For now, it’s a photo grab from some random place (acknowledged and linked of course), perhaps from my archives or from the web in general.  I rather enjoy that though, the synergy of found art with memory unearthed from the density of grey inside the brain.

This is my New Year resolution:  More visuals to illustrate more dreams, perhaps with accompanied soundtrack…. cue Rolling Stones “Get off My Cloud”

Dream until your dreams come true!

Photo: found on Huffington Post website : Mick Jagger 1966 by Gered Mankowitz  

good vibrations

Just waking up, a little more groggy than usual. Probably because it’s Saturday and I slept a little later than I do during the week.  Having time to wake in early dawn and gently glide back to sleep, confident no bells will be jangling me awake momentarily.

Oversleeping can lead to some dreaming….  or maybe it is what is called a pizza dream…  well, I had two of these.

The first was so disgusting I just don’t want to even think about it.  It involved being eaten alive by snails.  It wasn’t painful, but graphically horrendous to see my flesh being ripped open, my muscles being gobbled through flesh, tendons and down to bone.

The second dream is the one that I really felt with my entire being.  I was at some kind of event, conference, music show, I’m not sure.  I was feeling a bit of anxiety.  I was searching the stage to find Marshall Crenshaw who was scheduled to perform.  I knew the familiar vocal would soothe my nerves and calm me down.  I couldn’t find him or any beacon of calm in the chaos of the space.  As my heart started racing my knees buckled and I began to fall.

Next thing I know, an EMT, a guru or soothsayer was behind me cradling me gently, speaking so softly it was more of a vibration of a guitar string or a hummingbird wing.  Gently calming me, massaging my head and neck and down my back. I was enveloped in warm and calm a resonance of calm thru every nerve.  I heard a whisper.  It said,  ”You must run, make each step deliberate and strong, run everyday this week, step into it with your heart…. and then, when you are strong, pack a bag and go home.  You will know what you are there for.”

Then I heard a door slam and I awoke.  I have many ideas what this dream means to me.  I just love the physicality.  Was it my own self comforting myself in slumber or had my husband rolled over to spoon?  I am not running as my knees will not allow but I am stepping deliberately today, into a weekend of many activities and encounters with friends.  I am calm and happy.

lucky lion

So after watching 21 days of the Tour de France… I know, don’t ask, I can’t explain it.  Not that I even think about cycling all year round or even watch much sports on TV at all…. but the tour!  Is it those quaint French villages, the dedication of the incredible athletes, the quest for that crazy polkadot jersey, questions to Bobke that captures my heart?

thank you Graham Watson http://photos.grahamwatson.com/

Cadel Evans, the winner decked in yellow jersey, standing on a podium, handed yellow flowers and a stuffed yellow lion, flanked by beautiful girls in yellow dresses.  I am always attracted to these color mash ups.  None of the yellows quite the same but a spectrum and so not what IT’s about anyway.  BTW, I have a color obsession, if you didn’t know already.

Anyway, I just found it interesting that after seeing the winner with his little stuffed lion, I had a live lion in my dream.  I wasn’t on a bike, but I could have been in France.  It was the countryside, but not African nor anywhere you would expect to see a lion.  It was mostly a game of avoidance.  I would stand behind a tree and watch the lion walk by, then duck behind a hay bale and hope the lion didn’t see me, smell me, become aware of my heart beating too fast and too loudly.  I was scared but not panicked.  Perhaps it was a symbol of the bravery the riders represent or perhaps it was too much coffee during the waking hours.

I decided the lion was a lucky dream. Animals in dreams are normally power dreams, especially when you survive.  My lucky lion dream. Maybe I should take up bicycling.

Happy 10o Tour de France!!!!!!

medicine bottle

…..  I was working late into the nite. Posts upon posts of bugs reported in the system (think the movie Brazil)….  So many problems, brain teasers, mind benders I could not wrap my head around it.  I tried to stay rational, intelligent, solving one little issue at a time. Ah!  a success! Only to have 10 more problems appear on my TO FIX list.  What am I going to do?????!!!!  How am I going to fix all this, make technology seemless, effortless, function with ease and grace.  Stomp out another hiccup, fast!  This was just a titch exhilarating, like a video game, but mostly sooooooo frustrating , overwhelming, consuming, worrysome to say the least.

…….I remember this one post amongst all the techno dribble…. It was a plea from a fading heartbeat…. something human within the bits and bites of binary digits, a faint beating of lub dub, reggae strum, beat of a drum.  I remember looking to the left of my glowing computer screen at a large messy pile of paper. Doctor scrawl, almost illegible on every page, as I scanned and tossed, each gently floating to the floor like scattered leaves.

…. At the bottom of the pile was this bottle of pills…. some kind of life essence…. a blood pressure, mood enhancer, energy giving, gingko extract, magic formula for all that ails…..

Prescription for all that ails in the machine and the anti-machine.

subway tile (thank you WallyG for the flickr post http://www.flickr.com/photos/wallyg/2531861799/lightbox/)

Oh brother!  Did I really dream about subway tile?  I did.  Neatly stacked, slightly shiny rectangles of tile, backsplash in a kitchen and a bath.  These photos depict the imagery in my dream almost exactly, except there was not as much light as I was renting a small 2 bedroom somewhere in the vicinity of the east village, NYC.  I WISH!!!!!!  Astor Place is my subway stop.  This pic is by WallyG from Flickr

deep blue ocean in my mind

BLUE Dream :  Ocean, deep, waves, roll over me in cleansing cool blue water of life and deep dreamy sleep.

A feeling of blue all around me, tumbling forcefully but contently in rolling blue tunnels.  Weightlessness, worry free no heaven above or earth below.  A Rumi-esque imagining of a perfect moment in indigo.

“The Ocean that has many harbours, Yet where there is no division…only the unity of souls….whose breath lives inside each one.”

loosely quoted –  Rumi

coyote @ dreamstime.com

Coyote, what are you doing in my dream?
Did you come for blood or just a song?

kreativegarden illustration

Found this very cool illustration this morning.  Fits my mood.  Dreaming of dream blogging, cool spring fashion, itching to doodle and of course… rockin’ out for the weekend!   TGIF