Dream

[SadLuckDame]

Dreamt about standing in a rocky valley, listening to the verse about a wise man builds his house upon a rock, but how we are doing it wrong and lazily, or that I am, that we go building right on the rocky valley.

He was telling me that to build a strong house that will stand, that I must sweat over dragging all that broken rock up out of the valley, then melt it together into one solid structure of titanium, then to build.
I gotta bring up bucket loads of broken pieces.

[one of those jerks]

Dreamed about my brother in law the bear last night
also about mingo I think.

For some reason your dream reminds me of something I heard on a PBS show last night


The Reed Flute's Song by Rumi

[SadLuckDame]

I googled it and found not only the poem, but a radio bit on it, and the poet Rumi.

Thinking of and the silver bell.

Last few days of work until a mini summer break, and I'm gonna spend it all sleeping, eating, reading. Hoping I might get some writing done, I have a ton of unfinished bits and pieces. Just passing thoughts.

sleep well.

[stilltrucking]

I had a writing dream last night, a very conscious kind of dream, I was dreaming in details about writing, woke up surprised that I had been dreaming. Reminded me of a TV movie called The Lathe of Heaven.
Based on an Ursala LeGuin story about effective dreaming

The misogyny that shapes every aspect of our civilization is the institutionalized form of male fear and hatred of what they have denied and therefore cannot know, cannot share: that wild country, the being of women.

— Ursala Le Guin

You know me
always pandering to women

In the dream I was writing with a blue ball point pen on a yellow pad. I thought about you on waking and wondered if Ursala Le Quin was a lesbian. I think I was meant to be a lesbian.

[SadLuckDame]

I want to touch their heart, not their intimacies, ha ha.

o.k. but to be more serious, I loved that you had that dream.
But, I'll admit I don't know why you dreamt I was a lesbian or dreamt of women then thought of me.

I knew two nights, you were walking, and I was there, cause I dreamt you were there. I think I'm batty in my sleep.
Maybe we don't write enough.

[SadLuckDame]

Last nights was interesting, we were thinking of what are dreams and then we were this limb cut from the body, but kept alive by machines, put into a tall thick glass jar, put on a shelf to watch the rest of the body try to get on without us.
Dreams.

[SadLuckDame]

It was a dream with a lot of sensory to it.
Digging in a garden to plant a small, blueberry brush and out came a pudgy white snake, very thick, very fat. The white like sands and markings that looked almost if drawn on in brown eye liner pencil. His eyes were a water's green. He chased me down the side-walk and up the back porch steps. My dog didn't act skittish, wouldn't try to catch him and had no worry even when the snake went in the back door with us. I had a realization that the snake wasn't chasing at all, in fact, it was following where we decided to lead. With no fear left, I reached down and grabbed it's tail, then it's head and returned it back outside.

What was so interesting was what followed. I found a pudgy white puppy outside, with a pink skinned under tone and similar brown penciled markings. He too, lost and I was trying to give him off to someone, except he scared their tiny ankle bitter dog, badly. They'd have naught to do with him. I remember laughing, he was the one to do the scaring.

[stilltrucking]

I been dreaming a lot but they all have evaporated before I could think about them. Strange how some dreams will stay with me once I wake up, for a little while anyway. But lately they are all gone in a poof as soon as I open my eyes.

Except for one a couple nights ago. I dreamed about eating fried chicken.
After I woke up I remembered the dream all too well. I had a craving for fried chicken.

That's true dame.

I love dreams, I had once like yours sort of. A couple of times. I call them my "morph" dreams. One I remember was about a huge yeti like horned monster that scared me almost awake then I fell back into deeper sleep and my monster morphed into a smilling gorilla with one of those silly conical birthday party hats on his head not a horn.

[SadLuckDame]

Yes, I'm hungry, too. I want, so badly, a dream to eat in, again.
I read recently, or perhaps it was a movie, he said, "Dreams are dull." and I could only think, I'm glad I'm not him. That is a dreadful thought, to not have an interesting dream history, to be that person. And I'm relieved, that we don't suffer that, you've these threads on our fascinating dreams.

Maybe, that's a hint at my unkindness towards those who find dreaming lifeless or I might be showing a judgmental side, but can you like people who don't see a healthy dream life as anything fascinating, too.

[stilltrucking]

Fell asleep listening to the BBC overnight news again. Woke up with my head full of cricket scores and thinking of Lou Gehrig.

Maybe people who have dull dreams also have dull lives?

[SadLuckDame]

You know I'd prolly have a dull life, I bet I do, it's just that my head is so very lively. It could entertain me in the dullest of rooms.
I must take my head to bed with me every night.
Plus, the dreams get even more sensory when you walk in them like...
then a lot more engaging.
A little help from my friends.

[stilltrucking]

I am not going to listen to the radio anymore as I fall asleep. I will listen to the sound of my breathing. I get so spooked by the sound of it. I will let you know how that works out.

[stilltrucking]

I am not going to listen to the radio anymore when I go to bed. I am going to listen to the sound of my breathing. Even if it spooks me. I will let you know how it works out.

Luck be a lady.




From an edition of Boccaccio's De Casibus Virorum Illustrium showing Lady Fortune spinning her wheel.

Don't spend much time thinking about what I mean, cause I am not sure what it is.

My wheel is spinning faster and faster

[SadLuckDame]

I've tried to understand the wheel since I started watching Honey and Clover, I don't know if I know exactly what it means. All I knows is I likes the sound of it. We go around and around. I just hope I pick stuff up each spin. Like in her picture, she's got some men.

[SadLuckDame]

Don't make it all go away from me again.