ART AND BEAUTY IMAGES FOR YOU Sculptures not very famous (13) I HAVE SOUGHT, IN SEVERAL COUNTRIES, ARTISTIC BEAUTIES, NOT VERY CELEBRATED; THIS IS WHAT I FOUND FOR YOU: Very old sculptures Bas-relief on a stele representing the sun god Shamash, in the form of a divine statue, enthroned in majesty before King Nabu-apla-iddina (King of […]
ART AND BEAUTY IMAGES FOR YOU Sculptures not very famous (14) I HAVE SOUGHT, IN SEVERAL COUNTRIES, ARTISTIC BEAUTIES, NOT VERY CELEBRATED; THIS IS WHAT I FOUND FOR YOU: Southeast Baltic countries a) ESTONIA : KISSING STUDENTS SCULPTURE IN TARTU Source: dreamstime.com A memorial to the imaginary conversation between Oscar Wilde and Estonian writer Eduard Vilde which might […]
Bare with me when I say that this dream is extremely difficult to describe. It’s even more difficult for me to describe how I feel in regards to this oddball dream. There’s nothing more to it than that.
So, the dream starts off with what seems to be entering different locations, almost like entering different dimensions per door I walk through. I go from a hallway which looked like it belonged to a school, very similar in nature to the college I am currently attending, but with a bit more of a white wash with green lockers on the walls. The next room I enter is a highway that goes through a small town which was surrounded with flat farmland. Eventually it led me to a bizarre cemetery.
This is no ordinary cemetery (of course it’s not an ordinary cemetery, when are my dreams anything ordinary?) it existed in a dimension of space and time where it was constantly shifting, changing, morphing, and rotating. I could recall working with the ghosts of children who passed over 200 years ago to help stop the growing of the mound. There were many other human and animal spirits who roamed around the cemetery as well. The mound that was in the middle of the cemetery that began to grow over time. Even the other parts of the cemetery morphed into anything from classrooms, open reception rooms, and the view of the top row of an indoor amphitheater which faced an old-fashioned stage. My goal was to work with the restless spirits to reconnect with their loved ones, move on into the light, and heal so they can rest peacefully. With every soul I helped, the more that the land of the cemetery would heal. Patches of dried earth, decrepid tombstones, and dead greenery were fully restored.
However, the mound turned into a massive wall of broken earth, trees, graves, and human spirits that made the wall glow between the cracks of the broken earth. Soon the land that surrounded the cemetery briefly turned into the streets which were not too far away from my home. The sky was overcast, the sidewalk was lined with perfectly shaped trees, and a variety of small and medium buildings surrounded the area. Everything seemed to be oddly clean. I quickly got into action, jumped upon the mound, and destroyed bit by bit with my bare hands. Some pieces were broken off by the light of my own heart. The restless spirits of the mound screamed at me as their own fort they built was destroyed. When I finished destroying the mound, I stared at them and told them they needed to move on. The spirits began to go to the left which led back into the old country highway.
Suddenly the cemetery morphed into the amphitheater that briefly disappeared during the whole ordeal of smashing the mound. I remember walking back and forth between a classroom filled with blue light from a projector, to a red carpeted hallway were some teens reached out to me for help, which in reality they really didn’t need my help. I reached the amphitheater where I could see an open door which led to a street on the left side of the stage. I got on the stage and was immediately pounced by a werewolf. It wasn’t any ordinary werewolf, it was one of my old teachers. I was frightened, thinking that this creature was going to tear me apart, but in reality the creature licked my face and was affectionate just like any beloved canine would. I felt a flash of warm, pink and red energy cover me as this happened. This happened several times when I was on the stage. The creature would pounce onto me and others would try to stop the werewolf. The werewolf tried to attack other people and I tried to stop him. But then I found myself turning into a werewolf. I felt free from the things that held me back. All of my problems seemed to have vanished. I howled and ran after the werewolf whom presumed to be one of my teachers.
Believe it or not, swearing isn’t always such a bad thing! In fact, there’s some fun facts that we can learn from swearing.
- In all seriousness, I prefer to use explicit language and profanity over using euphemisms to sugar coat reality. What is it that you would prefer to do?
2. If you were to stub your toe, what would you prefer to yell out in pain: “Fish!” or “Fuck!”? What about if you slam one of your fingers closing a door on accident: “Fudge!” or “Fuck!”? In my personal experience, I feel better swearing when in pain rather than to ‘fudge’ it. What do you think?
Now lastly, here’s one of the real reasons why I made this post today. This is the biggest, most important fact about swearing that makes the act of swearing itself much more innocent and docile:
Swearing might be such a bad thing after all! What do you think?
“I’ve always been able to pick up on things that not all people can. I can easily pick out a face, a being, an interesting pattern or form of imagery out of nothing. I can’t quite remember how long I’ve been able to pick up on little things like that, but I love being able to see the hidden beauty in day to day items. This is more than just simply having a wild imagination. The human mind is such a powerful thing, so powerful that it can make you see things that aren’t really there. Do you happen to see any Pareidolias in the slideshow of pictures I have shuffling towards the top of this post?”
A few nights ago I had a very subtle, yet heavily detailed dream. I somehow managed to find myself in the hometown of one of my dearest friend. I found myself in the front of a fast food restaurant, possibly a Burger King, McDonald’s, In N Out, or something like that. It sat in its own lot which sat in the middle of what appeared to be a town square. I honestly do not know how I quite got there. I had visions of being transported there and yet, at the same time I had visions of being dropped off by someone who drove me over to this fast food joint. My dear friend who wore a black hoodie and jeans came up to me, welcoming me with open arms. They seemed pretty calm and laid back, ignoring the fact that I had absolutely no idea how I got here.
He urged us to go for a walk around town so he could show me around. We held casual conversations as he showed me around. The town seemed old time with buildings built closely next to one another. The paint and wood on some of the buildings chipped and wore away while others looked brand new and refurbished. There was Halloween decorations hanging on the edges of the roofs of all the buildings. Paper pumpkins, orange and black streamers, plastic bat and ghost decor, pumpkins and gourds lining the front end, etc. The breeze pulled off part of the streamers and one of the paper pumpkins. I tried to run after it to catch it, but it flew off into the gently faded blue skies. One of the town-folk told me not to worry about it and to let it fly away.
Soon my friend and I started to get into an older, disheveled part of town. We walked by a small brick church with a cemetery sitting on the right side of it. I felt very unsettled about this area. Neighborhoods and streets stretched endlessly and it was a little bit more noisy here than any other part of town. The cemetery had tombstones nearly stacked on one another with tall grass and weeds entwined around the tombstones and semi-barb wired fence. I felt even more unsettled when I saw three teenagers running out the church and through the cemetery. I large man with an Italian accent stood on the steps of the church and screamed at the teens. He looked at us and started to walk towards us with aggression. My friend managed to convince him that we didn’t do anything wrong and I stood back. The large man said that it was okay for us to stay for a little bit, but not for too long. All three of us stuck around in the cemetery and the large man shared old urban legends and ghost stories that surrounded the town and this cemetery. I felt on edge and the tombstones started to glow. I could see non-corporal human-like beings starting to surround us. I really didn’t like it, but the large man and my friend embraced it more than anything else. I said I was going to leave, but then my friend followed me, then suddenly things went back to normal. I woke up feeling quite intrigued.
This was quite a strange dream, does it mean anything to you? Have you had any dreams similar in nature as to this one?
“If I had the option to go back in time to when I was in my teens, I would simply decline it. If I had the option to change my past, again I would simply decline. If I had the power to change anything related to school, again I would simply decline that as well. Having all of this power in my hands doesn’t mean anything if I had to repeat a phase(s) in my life that I wish to change.”
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