I woke from some really strong and vivid dreams today, which is slightly unusual for me. There there were two different dreams that melted into each other, the first one I was quite sad. <\/p>\n
In the first dream I had gone back to Boulder and was on Pearle Street, but I did not recognize anything. Too much growth and change had happened and I just stood there watching everything going on and everyone walking by and feeling very alone. Then someone climbed up on scaffolding to a building that was under construction and pulled down a huge cello-shaped case. When he got back to the street, he somehow had an enormous nearly two-story tall version of an instrument that was not a cello, more like the insides of a piano turned up on its ends and yet he played it with his hand wrapped around like one would play a cello. It sounded like a variety of instruments. He played and sang and as he played I cried. Me crying publicly is a huge change, since that is not something I do unless I am terribly injured and the pain has overwhelmed me. <\/p>\n
From there I was in a cafe, still in Boulder. At first I was alone, still feeling sad, but then there was some discussion with the man who had played the instrument and his friend. Not sure how I got to talking with them, but I did. <\/p>\n
The next strong memory of my dream I was in a new place. Not sure how I got there, but I seemed to be at someone’s very large house or some kind of large living space like a communal living home. There was a clan of people in the main\/living area and I approached slowly, drawn in by the song of singing. There was a woman singing on the couch in a language I could not understand, but I was transfixed by her voice. I asked what language she was singing in and someone said Navajo. I’m not sure I can actually dream in Navajo, but in my dream I certainly believed that is what I was hearing. Slowly the song turned into something I could understand. When she was done, she invited me to wear some of her clothing, not quite traditional garments but something that was very foreign to me. I tried them on and thought the over-coat did not fit, I could wear the under-dress and liked it very much. I was feeling very happy at this point….<\/p>\n
This is where I woke up. It is very interesting to me that I can recall so much of the dream. Usually I don’t recall them much at all. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I woke from some really strong and vivid dreams today, which is slightly unusual for me. There there were two different dreams that melted into each other, the first one I was quite sad. In the first dream I had … Continue reading