Dream Journal- Oceans, Ducks, Roads, and uneven Infrastructures

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             When I entered a deep sleep I found myself upon a small dock which lead to the beach with pale colored sand and oddly translucent waters. Oddly enough, part of the ocean and area seemed to be squared off with glass on the left of me. To the left side of me I could see some distant white and terra-cotta buildings with some greenery. I went up to the water along the glass and found a familiar face. We’ll call him Greg. He was wading in the water and directed me to join him for a bit. The water was cool and relatively shallow. We stayed in the water together, and he spoke gently to me and was affectionate.

            Out of nowhere another girl, probably in her early teens, very childlike appeared with a yellow duck. Greg was annoyed at first because she was very noisy, but I didn’t mind it all that much. She never really came close to us, in fact we only saw her once before she ran off to a path that was lit up with tons of small hanging lights and small yellow ducks. Some of the ducks were real, and some of them were squishy toys. She ran off along this path which a appeared to be a small row of houses that was built partially on a pier and partially along the side of a hill. I followed her as to make sure she wasn’t going to get herself into trouble. She chased after the ducks and insisted that something good to was to be expected at the end of this path. Greg decided to stay behind and waited for us to come back. 

           All of a sudden we came across a few rolling hills which held part of a stone tower that was levitating off the ground. There were a couple of characters from A Nightmare Before Christmas standing on top and they asked us for our help. They needed people to build a foundation from the ground up to help reach the top of the tower. Tons of people were there with us. Men and women wearing business attire, and children wearing average clothing. The girl insisted that we stayed when I wanted to go, but I stayed for the hell of it, even though I knew it probably wouldn’t work.

              Time passes, and a wooden foundation was made and everybody was cramped together within this foundation. Piles upon piles of clutter were built to help reach the tower and it was nowhere close to reaching the top. Eventually I could hear others getting impatient and talking about how this has become a business disaster. I heard a few gentlemen complaining on how they were managers for a number of years and felt they deserved better. Slowly but surely, people started to leave. I yanked at the girl to come back with me, but she resisted me and had a pissy attitude. The duck that was with her was now a Dragonfly. Suddenly the young girl ran off towards the town on the pier and found that the ducks were replaced with TONS of Jack-o-lanterns. She started running around them and saw one that caused her to run off. 

           At first I panicked, then got angry, then just plain gave up. I finally reached back to Greg at the fenced off beach and he tried to convince me not to worry about it. At one point he became somewhat concerned, especially with the dragonfly buzzing about. We both started calling out for her and I run off. He follows not too long before me. Then I woke up. I thought that this was a pretty strange dream, and I have yet to really analyze it thoroughly. 

For those who are reading this; what do you think it means? Have you had any dreams similar to this one?

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Dream Journal: Vulnerabilities and Tattoos

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I had quite an interesting dream last night. Majority of the details in this dream were all directed to some aspect of my day to day life in my state of consciousness. Now, when deep down in the waters of my subconscious seems to reflect those same day to day aspects, but at such a deeper level.

The beginning of my dream is a tad bit fuzzy. The colors seemed off, but what I could make out was seeing a few of my co-workers in fuzzy black, white, and ROYGBIV spectrum fuzz. I could recall getting hurt at work and then one of my co-workers (we’ll call him Ty) managed to get me out of there and brought me to his house. I could not quite remember how I got hurt, but I remember so many people and things flying past me, it was so disorienting.

Anyway, I was brought to Ty’s house which was a beach style home not too far from the ocean and creek which was very similar to the one in my hometown. A few other co-workers made sure I got to some place safe, whatever the reason was I’m not entirely sure what I was being protected from. I remember being carried over into the guest bedroom of Ty’s home. His whole home had gentle white walls, different shades of blue and green furniture and tapestry, and light cherry oak colored cabinets and random thatch here and there. The light midday sunlight soaked through the windows and walls of this west coast abode. I was helped onto the bed and I saw that almost all of my clothing had been slashed in different places. In areas I thought I was bleeding or cut, there were vividly colorful tattoos there instead. There were really only a few areas on my body that were scratched or cut. I felt so unnerved and scared to have Ty try to examine me for cuts and bruises. I felt so vulnerable despite the fact that Ty and his partner were really kind to me while I was there. Ty was very nurturing, making sure I was alright and that I’d heal up quickly. I was allowed to stay for the night because of how bad my injuries were. I really couldn’t get up and moved and had a few casts on my limbs.

While I was there, Ty, his partner, and a few other friends came in to see how I was doing and just to hang out. Again I felt so unnerved and tense, but I did my best just to calm down and relax. I even felt my inner guidance ease me to fall asleep within my dream. Eventually I popped up fully awake in the dream freaking out about where I was, what time it was, and if I had to work. I undid a lot of whatever bandages were on me, from what I could tell was that some of them were taken off while I was asleep. Ty runs in to see what I was up to and I told him I had to go to work. He insisted that I stay put, relax, and not worry about it. I still managed to get up and move around with the best of my abilities. I was partially irritated because for some reason my wings (like I have wings, haha) were gone. Ty begged for me to stay put and to let him take care of everything. I had absolutely no freaking clue on why he was so frantic and almost in tears. When I mentioned the wings, he immediately took some cardboard scraps and started to form them into wings. I told him to stop and ran out of the room to the front yard.

As I was outside, I was urged to go back inside the house to relax and rest. Ty’s partner and a few other co-workers were outside in front of the garage and were wondering what I was doing. I kept bringing up that I couldn’t just not show up to work fearing I could get fire, no longer have an income, lose my home, etc. I was constantly being reassured that everything would be fine and that I could stay for as long as I wanted or needed to. I insisted against it and somehow angelic wings formed from my back, ripping more of my clothing, and I headed towards a dirt trail through the grass. Somehow I figured out very quickly that I was going to wrong way to work. I tried to call in to let the folks at work know that I was going to be a little late, despite the fact that I was already 22+ minutes late. Trying to get a hold of somebody was like pulling teeth, it was so frustrating. Nothing that anybody said made sense. Ty and the others were still urging me to go inside, but I still ran off insisting that I was ok, even though I felt pain in my body as I flew and ran. Other parts of the dream seemed to be phasing in and out of going to my old elementary school and finding people from work urging me to go back home, then I wake up from all of this dream craziness.

Lesson number one, watch what you eat- it could lead to weird dreams. Lesson number two, as weird as dreams can be, some of the motifs can unravel what is really going on in life. Lesson number three, learn to chillax when needed.

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January Shore

img_1079January shore was once never seen before.

December waters once resided here.

Rainbow ash and sea salt stains my heart.

A heart of glass now turns to gold.

My mouth quivers at the sight of the sunset.

The spark of January resides upon these waters.

These waters stand the test of time.

I feel a sense of freedom pulsating through my body.

Nothing else matters except for this very single moment in time.

Not a sign of steel colored clouds casting weighing upon the skies above could be seen.

Nor icy rain that has settles upon the mountains above us.

This moment is endless, infinite, beautiful.

No words can express the gratitude of this moment caught on film.

Nothing can take away my pure joy from this short span of time.

I will forever cradle the January shore within my heart.

-Alex