dreams
it's late and i'm somewhere in between dreams...and i was thinking about colors.
i had this dream last night which is still fresh on my mind, the way something beautiful is fresh on the mind. it's bundled up in th same part of my memory that holds actual events so it makes me wonder what, in fact, is real. and i don't want to get all "waking life" about this cause i REALLY don't like that movie...too much philosophizing.
i was just wondering about this one scene. i was sitting on a boat dock...actually on the deck of a large white, shimmering sailboat. i was standing there dressed in nothing but the wind. and i wasn't naked or anything, i just remember feeling slightly chilled, but actually wearing the breeze that floats by. it all made sense. it was dusk and the sky was such an incredible color. the sky was the color of love. it really was. it can only be desribed with temperature and emotion and this baked pasta type smell. that color ecompassed everything. and there were little triangular sails in the distance that matched the color of the boat deck i was standing on. they all pointed in the same direction like a weather-vane, and all moved like paper on a clean surface in a calculated, angled vector like the arrows you draw in physics lab. 4 blocks down and 2 to the right. and that sky was absolutely magical and blended and priceless. it was like the perfect fruit smoothie whose ingredients can never again be exactly re-created.
it replays in my head, but each time the picture of it gets dimmer and dimmer and dimmer. and i want to open my eyes wider and wider and turn a light on to see it better but the more i try the more it fades because somehow trying to shed light on it makes it disappear. it's only a shadow, a mere outline and a memory at this point. but it's still so beautiful and i want to do something to remind me of it again. i want to run to jamba juice and order a mango orange pineapple strawberry shake so that maybe the conconction inside the cup will be a similar color. i want to cook something up that has the flavor of that memory. i want to embrace someone so that it feels the same.
dreams are so wierd...they make you long for things you didn't even know existed.
going back to sleep now.
i had this dream last night which is still fresh on my mind, the way something beautiful is fresh on the mind. it's bundled up in th same part of my memory that holds actual events so it makes me wonder what, in fact, is real. and i don't want to get all "waking life" about this cause i REALLY don't like that movie...too much philosophizing.
i was just wondering about this one scene. i was sitting on a boat dock...actually on the deck of a large white, shimmering sailboat. i was standing there dressed in nothing but the wind. and i wasn't naked or anything, i just remember feeling slightly chilled, but actually wearing the breeze that floats by. it all made sense. it was dusk and the sky was such an incredible color. the sky was the color of love. it really was. it can only be desribed with temperature and emotion and this baked pasta type smell. that color ecompassed everything. and there were little triangular sails in the distance that matched the color of the boat deck i was standing on. they all pointed in the same direction like a weather-vane, and all moved like paper on a clean surface in a calculated, angled vector like the arrows you draw in physics lab. 4 blocks down and 2 to the right. and that sky was absolutely magical and blended and priceless. it was like the perfect fruit smoothie whose ingredients can never again be exactly re-created.
it replays in my head, but each time the picture of it gets dimmer and dimmer and dimmer. and i want to open my eyes wider and wider and turn a light on to see it better but the more i try the more it fades because somehow trying to shed light on it makes it disappear. it's only a shadow, a mere outline and a memory at this point. but it's still so beautiful and i want to do something to remind me of it again. i want to run to jamba juice and order a mango orange pineapple strawberry shake so that maybe the conconction inside the cup will be a similar color. i want to cook something up that has the flavor of that memory. i want to embrace someone so that it feels the same.
dreams are so wierd...they make you long for things you didn't even know existed.
going back to sleep now.
posted by heyrod at 9:36 PM
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