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.
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.
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?”
If you are curious about triathlon distances…
I’m tired, it’s time to wake up.
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.
A very uplifting dream ~ “I’m Lovin’ It”
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
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!
Oh, the moon!
No dreams, on a night kept awake by the brightest of light through my window.
No dreams on the night, I am outside with binoculars staring at the moon.
Finally, eclipsed in darkness. I turned my head away from the night sky and closed my eyes.
Before I had a chance to dream of daffodils and butterflies floating happily….
The bell sounds…
“Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.”
“A light came and kindled a flame in the depth of my soul.
A Light so radiant that the Sun orbits around it like a butterfly.”
Photo ~ by Brett Bonine for Mother Nature Network
Artwork ~ ‘Butterfly Nebula’, oil on canvas, by Nazim, found on Celestial Musings
Do you believe dreams are osmotic?
Can your own dream diffuse and flow into the dream of the person sleeping beside you?
In a way, I do believe this happens, or at least it makes for some interesting coincidences.
Oh yeah, remember when Mick Jagger was supposed to be in my dream but ended up in my Mr’s?
See, Get Off My Cloud dream.
This dream was really more of a vision. A Margritte like door hanging in the sky. Puffy clouds all around with white gauze curtains gently floating. The door, a portal to heaven or to bliss. Beckoning. It was so inviting and lovely, like a painting with etherial light and just the softest breeze against my skin, the caress of silk scarves.
My Mr. does not recall his dreams that often, but coincidently, as he did with the Mick Jagger dream,
he remembered this one and told me about it in the morning.
Three of his beloved family members that have all passed on from this world appeared to him.
First his mother, from the top of the stairs, in a long white robe, “Good night son, see you in the morning.”
And then his father and his uncle. The three of them at a science fair, museum or planetarium.
Just marveling at the cosmos and all of what is.
All photos via Pinterest.
Not remembering all the details of this madcap Missoniesque romp * loud, colorful, chaotic, textural
Things I do remember…
- Beautiful Missoniesque like knitwear.
- I was either the designer, agent of the designer, stylist, or some other fashion industry persona, like Rachel Zoe.
- My friend was modeling the clothes. Über-model tall, gorgeous, all angles and grace.
- A loud boisterous top hat wearing, cigar smoking man, reminded me of WC Fields. He was running around telling lewd jokes, lifting up models skirts, annoying the crap out of everyone. This part was in B&W while the rest was in vivid chroma-color.
- Dressing rooms with piles and piles of clothes, a chaotic backstage to a fashion show.
- Banging drums and the soundtrack of Adele’s, Rolling in the Deep.
- A mascot dachshund giving the all-knowing look from the sidelines. At one moment a dog, the next, a woman in a pill box hat.
And she’ll tease you
She’ll unease you
All the better just to please you
She’s precocious and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush
She’s got Greta Garbo stand-off sighs
She’s got Bette Davis eyes ~ Kim Carnes
~ all photos via Pinterest ~