my life as a collage
2/9
pulling out all this stuff brings up memories
especially since my sewing stuff is in the same cabinet as my oldest journals
one of the ones i opened tonite was started 3 days after my father died
there are a couple of entries about what i was feeling
or more accurately
about the fact that i wasn't feeling anything
one was about my cousin's suicide a month later
it is very matter of fact
the rest of the entries are pages
and pages
and pages
of dreams
i suppose sometimes that's the way i can deal with my life best
through my dreams
this is not a bad thing
i believe dreams hold the key to your unconscious
i am not currently in a stage of my life where i am remembering my dreams
this makes me a bit sad
especially since a friend of mine sent me the most wonderful one that she had recently, here's a piece of it:
"...(we were) all moving into a giant loft space together, at times it was more like an ancient italian castle or palazzo. We were all very happy and excited. There were other people around serving us coffee and tea and helping moving all kinds of things in, all very civilized and there were lots of beautiful children running around playing. You and I were dressed in these wonderful clothes with luxurious fabrics and we had many more beautiful dresses we were moving in. I felt very happy in this dream, my only slight anxiety came from wanting to wear all of the beautiful clothes at once.
The most beautiful and amazing part though were all the plants and animals we were bringing into this space with us. You and Valerio were paying special attention to these large fish, (shaped like giant anglefish) that lived both in the water and also came up out of the water and floated or glided through the air. These fish had gorgeous fur in deep charcoal tones of black and purple and you and Valerio were happy to report to me that the fish still had wet fur as they floated through the air, (much like a dog's nose should always be wet), so they had survived the move brilliantly. It was all so peaceful and very beautiful . . . ."
how jealous am i?
pulling out all this stuff brings up memories
especially since my sewing stuff is in the same cabinet as my oldest journals
one of the ones i opened tonite was started 3 days after my father died
there are a couple of entries about what i was feeling
or more accurately
about the fact that i wasn't feeling anything
one was about my cousin's suicide a month later
it is very matter of fact
the rest of the entries are pages
and pages
and pages
of dreams
i suppose sometimes that's the way i can deal with my life best
through my dreams
this is not a bad thing
i believe dreams hold the key to your unconscious
i am not currently in a stage of my life where i am remembering my dreams
this makes me a bit sad
especially since a friend of mine sent me the most wonderful one that she had recently, here's a piece of it:
"...(we were) all moving into a giant loft space together, at times it was more like an ancient italian castle or palazzo. We were all very happy and excited. There were other people around serving us coffee and tea and helping moving all kinds of things in, all very civilized and there were lots of beautiful children running around playing. You and I were dressed in these wonderful clothes with luxurious fabrics and we had many more beautiful dresses we were moving in. I felt very happy in this dream, my only slight anxiety came from wanting to wear all of the beautiful clothes at once.
The most beautiful and amazing part though were all the plants and animals we were bringing into this space with us. You and Valerio were paying special attention to these large fish, (shaped like giant anglefish) that lived both in the water and also came up out of the water and floated or glided through the air. These fish had gorgeous fur in deep charcoal tones of black and purple and you and Valerio were happy to report to me that the fish still had wet fur as they floated through the air, (much like a dog's nose should always be wet), so they had survived the move brilliantly. It was all so peaceful and very beautiful . . . ."
how jealous am i?
