Dream

[SadLuckDame]

I watched Helen of Troy movie recently, and picturing the scene where he lifted his beautiful, innocent little daughter into the air and let her come back down on his sword. Sailed the sea asap.
Made me so sad.

On a more personal note...
He had his flaws, big ones even, but he is an exceptional individual and I'd not want to have lost that. Flaws are a window to individual.

Saddening that today's society is geared so much towards fast paced that there's little room for individualism anymore.

I'm glad to have met you
and I think of you as an individual even with your flaws

[SadLuckDame]

Had dream of going into my grandma's house,
her food was rotting, the water was muddy even, I drank some and it was not good any longer. I told my sister who was there with me, "Don't drink it, it's no longer of any use."
It was so brown in the glass, and I wasn't sure why I'd drank it.

But, we did find something there within the ruins.
I found hidden away an old wooden chest, with her more treasured items stowed away. We were so excited to come across it.

Inside was a box, and when I opened it we found her old wedding bands in tiny cases (same size as ring boxes), like tea cakes with white icing.

There was two rows of three, which meant six different wedding bands! Though she'd only been married once, and I don't know what it means.

I opened one that looked like it was made out of white sand dollars, or a fragile shell, soft like chalk. It was etched so beautifully, and the band was bendable when I slid it on my finger. I did everything gently, as I could.

And I told my sister, "We will give these rings to our mother, she'll be so thrilled to have them."

Then we returned to the other items in the house, rotting away under our fingers.

[stilltrucking]

I don't know what it means either but it was beautiful to read.

How did you feel when you woke up from the dream?
Is your mother married?

On a personal note I am not remembering my dreams too well right now the downside of pot for me.. But I have started being able to sleep all night again. Thanks for keeping me interested in your dreams and my diet.

[SadLuckDame]

I didn't remember it right away, I was making coffee this morning when it nearly made me cry to hold the box full of rings.

Yes, my mother only married her one time.
I guess I get to stay the oddity, the out of the box.

When you dream, I think you dream fast.
I always like to read yours to see how fast you're going,
born on a road.

[SadLuckDame]

Had a dream about poetry.
The background was a void of black or empty, but the poem was a moving picture in the shape of a cylinder poem, of black, white, gray and the words were a living world of people on escalators (I being one of the characters within, too) going up and down, stopping at half-way points, here and there, stanzas being floors and the people symbolized the words of a piece.
I finished it in a very provocative, sensual and mysterious way at the bottom. My words moved all around, but that was a beautiful ending to escalate to.

I woke up from it with a start, just as I'd wake from a nightmare, except when I woke from this, it was a beauty instead.

Guess that's the product of being a poet, who falls to sleep in the midst of reading Ulysses. Such a complicated book for me. I have to keep such a focus on the words, and then string them together to keep up on what's going up and coming down.

Thinking about you, and your heart with that stress test.
Hoping you're doing o.k.

[stilltrucking]

a couple of good dreams, one about an old woman a girl child and a puppy dog. another about a partner of mine who I used to run sleeper team with.

Stress test all done get the results next week. diet going good. walked a half mile yesterday all I could do, try again today.

[SadLuckDame]

How's your bike riding skills, then?
I think I bruised myself for a weak.
I hope results are good, Jack.

Trying not to be miserable, cause I don't want it to be something you might absorb up, but I'm flawed and don't find the good vibes to share very easily. But, I did find these sand dollars from inside the little clam shell. My gypsy girl gave them to me and I thought 'how beautiful!' and so I wanted to share the smiles with ya. Also, she is fond of color glasses, and I put my shells and dollars next to so lovely color bottles.

P.S. Thought of them after that dream.
P.S.S. Also, I used the photoshop frames, lol.
P.S.S.S. I should take a picture of my singing birds necklace.

On a side note...I broke my mom's sand dollar when I was young, cause she said there were tiny shell birds inside. It was a flatter one, with more etched details. I couldn't help but break them to see. I felt horribly guilty for it.

Enjoy these pretties:







~The singing birds necklace.

[stilltrucking]

Thank you dame
I am trying to find some pretties for you to look at.

Dreamed about Doreen and Clay last night.
the night before there was a blond woman in my dreams.
Both were good dreams

thanks for being a cyber pal.

[SadLuckDame]

I just watched 'nine', and I know that I know you'll like it. The important thing about that is... that I don't often know what it is I know with our interaction, but though I don't always know I still feel just fine as if I did, the same feeling I'd have if I did know all the things I don't know if I know.

I had so many dreams lately, gonna try to recollect them, but they might just be lost or very faint. Most were comedic, or feel good ones.

I'm so glad you're back.

[SadLuckDame]

He was a very good figure for her to photograph. The expressions on his face were unexpected so often, that she stayed interested behind the lens. There he was backing out of a door-way, then he'd laugh tripping over the door-step *snap*, he'd walk towards her *snap*, say something odd *snap*.

A fatherly figure was there watching her photograph and he had a young baby girl in a stroller. For some unknown reason, the father moved the stroller with girl into the water side near by, and the water slowly creeped up the edges of the stroller, beginning to 'drown' it, drown 'the little girl' even.

Her 'boy', she chose to photograph, hadn't quite noticed the stroller and little girl going into the water, until it was rather enveloped all the way up to her stroller seat. In a panic the boy subject leaped into the water's edge *snap*, went in to his waist *snap* and brought the darling little girl into his arms *snap*.

He swam her back to safety, then lit a match, threw it to the drowning stroller top, and set it to fire.

He lit another match with a tall flame, threw it to the photographer. She caught it in the tip of her fingers. I could see the flame was in between her finger tips. I was thinking it should hurt, but she didn't react, just held the match to the last remains of the stroller top, making sure it was completely devoured. She'd forgotten to snap a picture.

On waking.

[SadLuckDame]

Had a miniature dream of drawing a face, it looked like a man, or like one of the presidents on a coin. Anyway, what seemed important was I was using a silver leaded pencil. It was as silvery colored as a nickle, and it 'caked' on the paper as I was drawing, leaving behind light silver dust. Really, really beautiful.
I thought you might like to hear it. Hope you're still dreaming.

[stilltrucking]

I told you about the dream I had a couple of nights that I thought was you. I was not thinking about you in the dream, I mean the woman in the dream was a stranger, identity unknown. But on waking and reflecting on the dream I thought it must have been you or someone like you.

I dreamt about Obama a couple o f weeks ago. Pretty nice dream.

[SadLuckDame]

But, maybe it was me, even though looking however I looked there, 'cause how else would I have dreamed of you then?

That sounds the best to me anyway,
read somewhere today, "Throw the girl a doll."
Ha!Ha!
Ya know, if not, I'll say you might of.

[stilltrucking]

Trying to remember what is was about the woman in my dream that brought Sad Luck Dame into stream of conscious thoughts when I awoke.

It was something admirable— I remember that much, she was very "aware" the best word I can come up with now. She was an artist.

[SadLuckDame]

Well, if she's anything like me, then I'm sure you'll dream of her again, cause I know I'm such a brat and an intruder on innocent dreaming. I'm the girl probably such an invader of space, you know... I gots lots of them dots to go by. Thank you u, for not ditching me at the truck stop, even though I'm practically impossible to drive around with.