Saturday, August 6, 2016

i had this dream last night

That I was walking down an Altadena street, one I'd never walked before, with some guy -- a hybrid or tri-bred of guys I've known. And the trees were full of fruit. So much fruit, the sidewalks were littered with plums and oranges and apples. My friend picked an orange from a tree. "Do you think they'll mind?" I asked. But how could they, as there was so much, everywhere. 

My friend offered me a bite of the orange, and it was sweet. Now, though, I wanted an apple, the apples were very apple-y, red and perfectly shaped. But the first bite of the first apple tasted like water. I picked up another from the ground, a red-delicious, and after one disappointing bite, dropped it to the ground. 

All the bushes and flowers were green and flowering. A butterfly bush formed purple flowers right before our eyes.

Isn't that amazing, I said. Every other place around us has turned brown. But we, we 're in bloom. 

Then I saw a macintosh apple under the red delicious tree. Oh, what I wanted -- that macintosh.  I crawled on my belly under the prickly branches and stretched out my hand, touched it with my fingers, coaxed it towards me ... 

And something woke me up, so that was that.

26 comments:

  1. Hi there!
    I hate it when that happens! I used keep a "dream journal" on my nightstand to record what I had dreamed. What I wrote usually ended up being gibberish.

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  2. Such a vivid dream, full of colors, tastes, sound and movement. I wonder if there were any fragrance.

    I love dreams like that, that capture the imagination during the waking hours that follow.

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  3. I just wrote this on my facebook page, I think if dreams had an easy answer, our brains wouldn't put so much effort into staging a big show every night -- all the sets, tastes, colors, dialog, and cast of characters. How little we know ourselves, in the light of day, anyway.

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  4. How little we know . . .

    Compared to the unconscious mind, the intellect seems to be a mere appendage. The unconscious mind -- now there's an adventure. And what it speaks through dreams is perhaps more fitting for art than words.

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  5. My unconscious has a wild party every night and I'm almost never invited. Even when I get to go, I usually get so messed up I don't remember what happened.

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    1. But on the upside, when it's over, you don't have to clean up or vacuum.

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  6. What a tasty technicolor dream you had. Freud would have said you were Eve trying to get your male friend thrown out the garden of Eden. In the movie Inside Out there's a hilarious scene where a movie crew is filming that night's dream.

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  7. But in your dream, were you wearing street clothes or your bedtime apparel? I often wonder how I could have interacted with the people and gone to the places I did in my undies and a cami top. Glad to see you back.

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  8. Hmmmm... I'm fascinated by the hybrid or tri-brid concept. Guys. Gorgeous, tempting, yet un-satisfying. Beautiful, colorful images!

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    1. Who knows, but I rather lean towards your interpretation.

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  9. Hi Karin! I am glad you post.
    What a beautiful dream with bushes and flowers green and flowering. A good omen!
    "Um bom presságio", in Portuguese.

    About my Milan Kundera's post, I read sometimes ago "The Unbearable Lightness of Being". I think you read it. Anyway, it is a 1984 novel about two women, two men, a dog and their lives in the 1968 Prague Spring period of Czechoslovak history.
    As I love so much dogs, there is a quote on the book about dogs that I love!
    "Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring—it was peace."

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  10. Sometimes the first thing is just right but we want to see what else is out there; we continue to reach, even for the thing beyond our grasp. Oh, I like your dream and the meaning I take may be just for me....

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  11. Thank you so much Karin, for the Congratulations to my country!
    Did you know that I thought of you while watching the game?
    Olympic football Gold Medal for the first time in our history is fantastic!
    For Brasil this victory was a cathartic success!
    Just great seeing 70.000 Brazilians inside the vast Maracanã Stadium chanted "Olê, Olê, Olê, Olá, Neymar", was really fantastic!!
    Wishing you a nice Sunday!
    Lots of hugs.

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  12. Karin, Congratulations to you and your country for top medal winners from Olympic Games 2016, in Rio de Janeiro. Just great to have the highest numbers of medals: 121! Gold, 46, Silver, 37 and Bronze 38! Parabéns! Bravo!

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  13. A little late here checking in. About dreams--Petrea's wild party to which one is never invited about sums it up. The food always disappears before one can eat it and the clothes, or rather the lack of them, is most unsettling. At my age that is definitely not a good thing. Ah well. Glad to read you Karin!

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  14. Trees full of fruit, not so far from reality.

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  15. It has been a long while since I have had time to sit and peruse. Great posts Karin, you are a genious! And a great neighbor I might add!

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  16. Ah.....I wish you a Merry Christmas Karin

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  17. Okay, you've been gone long enough! Hope everything is okay with you.

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  18. I miss your writing here. I haven't been a "good" blogger this year ~ too many stories that aren't just mine. Hoping to change that. Just wanted you to know I miss your writing in this space ~

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  19. Karin has left the building...

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