Spice Girl – Dance of the Carrots

 

I had not eaten a vegetable all day.  That is very odd for me, as I usually have a salad at lunch and at least a veggie side with dinner.  My body was in a little bit of shock about that. So naturally, I had the most adorable dream about carrots.  It was just a brief dream.  The carrots were organic rainbow baby carrots with the leafy stems still in tact. I remember craving a raw vegetable the first time traveling in Europe, something crunchy, un-edited farm fresh. At the time, that was hard to find. But tonight I decided to roast the carrots with a little olive oil and  some spices.    A little rosemary, cumin, a dash of turmeric, and what’s in this last little jar?  I lightly sprinkle from the jar labeled “dancer”.  Dancer Spice!  I had a dream about dancer spice.  -smile-  Just a little dash, a little sprinkle of magic to make my toes point and my spirit soar.

dancer in motion – Photo by Christopher Peddecord.

Eyelashes in Ochre Light

Riding a horse through Central Park, sauntering slowly and leisurely. Letting the creative flow slowly build, no rush, relishing the freedom to explore.  I started making a mental list for all the supplies and materials I would need to create the ochre satchel I had been commissioned to design for Ralph Lauren. HA! yeah, really… in my dreams.

1. The finest subtle Italian leather in ochre I could source

2. Antique brass buckles, brads and grommets

3. Silk lining material in buttercream, and a vintage pattern for pocket interior

4. heavy-duty thread for sewing

etc. etc. etc.

I was deep in thought.  My horse dipped his head to the grass to eat a dandelion.  Golden light falling all around on green grass. The way the light caught the horse’s eyelashes was so beautiful.  My heart swelled and I felt happy to have special bond with this beast.  A cinematic moment.

But the magic, the quietude, slipped away as quickly as it came.  I looked up to see a crowd of people demonstrating in front of a movie theatre.  Hoping there was no violence to come and selfishly disappointed my train of thought had been disturbed before I could complete my supplies list.  I was on a mission to make cool stuff and I lost the flow… hoping to capture it again…just sit….and feel the light….it will come.

So while I’m at it, I’d like to make a pair of vintage cowboy boots and bicycle touring saddle too!

 

 

Dreamers Notes:

Horse eyelash found on Tumblr~ Oh To Live on A Farm

Ochre satchel – Ralph Lauren

Ochre boots – Vintage found on Pinterest

Ochre bike saddle – Brooks B17 Touring Saddle

Truth Is, I Am Ironman

Well, not really….

However, I did unwittingly complete an Ironman triathlon without breaking a sweat….

In my dream that is…

RUNNING – Up a long dirt hill. I was being chased by Nazis and I was headed toward the trees. I was running out of breath, but kept on going.

SWIMMING – The dirt road ended at a cliff edge and I jumped into the water below, swimming, swimming, swimming through cold water to get to the other side.  I think I have lost them, but cannot be too sure, so I keep up the pace.

BICYCLING – I scramble through the brush on the bank and get to a dirt road.  I see a bicycle with a yellow basket leaning against an old wood barn.  I jump on the bike and pedal on ~  and on ~ and on ~ and on ~ and on ~ and on.

I pass a gentleman on a bicycle coming from the opposite direction.  He is tall and thin and carrying a chandelier.

Fine

The Icicle Thief, 1989 spoof           on the            1949 Italian film The Bicycle Thief

The “Truth Is” photo is borrowed from the 2008 American film Ironman poster.

So many funny lines in that movie… here is one that stands out to me, as it came to me in sleep or trying to sleep mode.

“I’m Tony Stark. I build neat stuff, got a girl, occasionally save the world. So why can’t I sleep?”

and

If you are curious about triathlon distances…

I’m tired, it’s time to wake up.

Whispers in the Dark

“But fingers tap into what you were once
And I’m worried that I blew my only chance

Whispers in the dark
Steal a kiss and you’ll break your heart
Pick up your clothes and curl your toes
Learn your lesson, lead me home” 

~ Mumford & Sons lyrics to Whispers in the Dark

Tossy – Turny kind of night, sheets all in a swirl. Gripping the pillow, attempting to tether to sleep.

Just ordinary routine, I pull into the driveway and angle to park the car.  BOOM! I hit the side of the garage,

I awaken with a jolt.  Did we have an earthquake?

More restless thoughts and attempts at sleep… Did my car roll into the ditch? Was I in a fight?

Did I feel anger, resentment or worry about something left un-done or un-said?

Finally, with heavy head – daylight breaks.

My fingers are lightly tap tap tapping on my eyelids.  I am sure when I look in the mirror I will have a huge inflamed

black eye….  but I don’t.  Not even a spider bite.  Just a little puffy from the salty meal the night before.

I blame it on the Gochujang – Korean pepper paste, so delicious on pork, chicken or just about anything!

Drinking lots of water today… water with lemon and ginger…. water with fizzy…. pure spring…. watermelon fresca….. ahhhh

Dreamer’s notes:

Black Eye Photo found on Pinterest with no given credit

Finger Tapping – known to relieve stress

Gochujang Red Pepper Sauce – highly recommended!  See Roy Choy recipe from Steamy Kitchen

What-To-Wear-All-Week-Long

All week-long I had long convoluted dreams that ultimately ended in a fashion decision.

Recalling them now, they seem to be retro images of me and a version of what I wore when.

HA! Perhaps a series of what Not to wear moments.

First there was the entirely Pink dream.  Work related… I am the only female in an all male office

in a mostly male dominated industry.  The boyz all wear jeans and tees…. My usual wardrobe only two steps above

them toward business attire. One day (in my dream) I burst into the office wearing hot pink from head

to toe.  A full tule skirt and short crop lace top, pink satin ballet slippers…. and the ultra accessory –

master blaster on the shoulder.  “Hi guys, ready to rock the Monday meeting?!”

 

Tuesday’s was a much more intense situation with a subdued solution.  I was kidnapped and forced to cook meth.

I know, Breaking Bad creeping in, even though I stopped watching seasons ago.  I plotted my escape.

Down in the basement, donned in scrubs.  I needed to find some shoes so I could make a run for it

over the gravel parking lot and jump the barbed wire fence.

I dug around in a gym bag I found under a table… stilettos, no those won’t do,

slip on flats, no thanks, but hmmmmmm.

These might work.  Practical and get the job done – wing tipped oxfords.

 

 

 

The 3rd dream was bright and sunny.  I think I was at a music festival or at the beach.

I felt the warmth and easy vibes all around.  Must have been over the hump day and toward TGIF.  My fashion decision ended up with a very casual Wayfarer and overalls look.

I actually did rock this look in real life… though mine was a much more Free People style than

what I could find pictured here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreamer’s Notes:

Pink Thule Skirt from Lucky Pony

Blaster w/ iPhone docking from Pinterest

Winged Tipped Oxfords by Fratelli-Rossetti

RayBan Wayfarers & overalls on Alessandra Ambrosio from  WhoWhatWear

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I love all of Pat Cegan’s Source of Inspiration posts…. because, duh! they are always inspiring. 🙂 I really like when she writes these Alpha Bullet Point Poems. They are just so zen perfect and the Phantastical artwork slideshow is indeed a colorful collision of worlds and beauty.  Simply dreamiliscious!

 

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E ach a piece of the puzzle
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If It’s Not Too Late, Make it a Cheeseburger

 

I’ve been watching a ton of New Orleans Jazz Fest on AXS TV this weekend.

Fully expecting for strands of zydeco, funk and blues to slip into my sub-conscious.

So far, the only song that lodged in my brain is Lyle Lovett’s “Here I am”

If you haven’t ever heard that song, definitely take a look at the linked video.

I think this stuck in my head more than any other tune I heard, because L.L.

is such a wordsmith.  Check out the full lyrics.

I was not at Jazz Fest in reality or in sleep.  It was just an annoying little dream about

not being able to connect.  Not being able to say what I mean, in the right way,

materialized as mobile cell service not cooperating well.

Who was I was calling?

“Can you hear me now?”, “Do we have access? “, “Where are you?”,

“Can you hear me now?”, 

“Look I understand too little to late

I realize there are things you say and do

You can never take back

But what would be if you didn’t even try?

You have to try

So after a lot of thought

I’d like to reconsider

Please if it’s not to late….

Make it a cheeseburger.”

~ Lyle Lovett

 

Dreamer’s Note: Photo from Saveur

Open At Night

It’s a sign!

Last night I dreamed that I was painting very large billboards.

Am I the message or the messenger?

Mostly, my billboards contained inspirational sayings, ala

“Just Do It”,

“Arise Shine & Sparkle”,

“Do Something Epic”

I have to say, despite my fear of heights, I was having a bit of fun creating these over scale words of wisdom.

Overall

A very uplifting dream ~ “I’m Lovin’ It”

 lol

Dreamer’s Note:

All photos found via Pinterest, Wix, or Quora

Darkness Falls on Friday

 

It’s Friday.  A day generally reserved for posting light-hearted, fun, funny, escape from reality posts all over WordPress and the Internet.  Friday Light!

Instead, I am posting Friday Dark.  A dream, I tried to push out of my head the minute I had it.  I got up to use the toilet and have a glass of water, trying to re-arrange my mind waves, so I would not close my eyes to re-dream or continue the awful dream in my head.  Do you do this?  Will yourself to have a nicer dream? Repeat in my thoughts, words like wildflowers, angels, sea-breeze, fluffy clouds.. summoning all my calming visuals.

But no, it persists. Darkest dream I’ve had in a long time.  I find it offensive that it had to enter my brain at all.  Too many hours of watching TV before sleep.  I had watched a Frontline piece I think, on girls being sold into sex slavery.  They were lured, enticed with money, food, jobs.  They are lied to and then taken from their own county to Turkey and sold into slavery. It was a powerful piece, I wish I could remember more details about the piece so I could reference it.

And then a week later, not expecting a dark dream, it comes back to haunt me.  Noir, stark like a play.  An iron bed center of room on marred wooden floor boards, a very dim light, smoke hanging in the air from a cigarette one of the men is smoking.   A girl ( a version of myself) lying curled fetal in the bed, having been raped, brutalized, now shivering and hurt. A cold-hearted act, searing with hot raw pain. Un-bearable.

Shivering and cold, afraid and alone, there is no escape.

The men are talking and smoking, I hear a laugh.

And then just one tiny ounce of hope, like the sliver of light through the curtain…

Someone gently lays a blanket over me.

Darkness, sadness, hurt and pain at the surface of my skin.  Now, days gone by, I don’t like to think of this dream, or worse, the REALITY of girls and young women, suffering, everywhere, around the world.

Pray for better dreams, pray for a better reality for these girls, make a difference, donate generously to a charity, to help girls and women escape the darkness and make a life for themselves. Find the brightness in Friday, the hope in the every-day.

Dreamer’s Note:

Sorry I do not know the photographer(s) of these amazing photos.  Found on Pinterest.

One of them identified the source as iconology, but I could not find the image there.

Donate:    Polaris Project, Project to End Human Trafficking, and many other sites found on-line.

Castles in the Sand

I’ve always wanted to host a family reunion in Hawaii.  NOT going to happen, so that is why I dreamed about it instead.

We were all there, feeling the island breezes, sand between the toes, kids running around and splashing in the waves,

making castles in the sand, everyone….. just  r e l a x i n g

Wait…. who is that kid with the poodle hair?  All wet and curly, shaking off the sea, like a dog.  

Oh, that must not actually have been his hair…

And then there was the food!

 I was roasting a turkey with pineapple and ginger, it smelled intoxicating.  

Did you know the pineapple is the international symbol for hospitality?  

I have stayed in a Hawaiian hotel with pineapples carved into the bedposts, so Victorian, but cool.

A pineapple in a dream may represent success… or in my case, just a craving!

I wasn’t aware of this sauce by Stonewall Kitchen before, I must try this.

Well, weirdly enough, the dream ended before I had any real connection or conversation with my siblings,

which I am sure, was the intent and message of the dream to begin with.  

I must make some phone calls.  And book a flight!

“…dreamt a perfect dream and it all fell down
oh, just tell me we’re happy,
just building castles in the sand, just building castles in the sand…”

 ~ the Philosopher Kings, Castle in the Sand

 

 

 

Dreamer’s Notes:

Gorgeous Photo, playing in waves by LOLAMEDIA on 500px.com … these girls remind me of my childhood, so freeeeeeee!

Sandy Feet Photo from Redbook magazine … not a care in the world!

Relax Photo found on vi.sualize.us  

Poodle Hat by BriAbbyHMA on ETSY….   just adorable!

Food Photos found on Pinterest.  Roast Turkey via Southern Living…  

*  I found lots of recipes for turkey burgers with sliced pineapple, but not for whole roasted turkey, so if you know of one, please forward.

Hawaii Family Reunion photo by: Flytographer via Pinterest ….. must make this dream a reality!