The intention of this blog is to keep record of my thoughts, ideas, songs, poems, letters and experiences: this is my chosen way of expressing myself. I tend to write letters to others, even when I know they will never read them. If anybody ever reads it, I hope you find inspiration, motivation, entertainment, distraction or comfort through these words. I write for me, 4 Susana, for my journey, for my sake. It's a long process, that of finding yourself. For me, for you, for all, Love always.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A Dream
So, last night -or it could've been this morning- I don't know but I had this wonderful dream. It was of this magical place. A place that doesn't exist in real life, but it was so beautiful that I decided it would be good to write this so I never forget it. It was some sort of lake, though, it seemed more like a swamp. The water was still, but it was clean and clear. The color of the water was green. Jade. It was incredible; although the water was still... there was movement. It was some sort of wave, but the length and strength was perfect. It happened continually at a perfect pace. The waves were quiet and you only saw the green of the water. There was no splash, no foam, no sound at all. I keep saying "some sort of" but it is because everything in this dream was out of the ordinary. The green got darker the further you looked into the swamp. The sky was a dark green. It contrasted the water beautifully. In the swamp, or lake, there were beautiful trees raising up from the water. The trees were tall and magnificent. I wanted to go in and try to touch them. My cousin was with me and she warned me saying that it was a swamp, that I shouldn't go it. I didn't agree... I saw that the water was clear and perfect and wanted to reach those trees so bad. I had a fear of drowning. I remember walking in a few steps and the waves hitting me hard on my face. It didn't make sense because it was so calm. I felt like the water was getting deeper and I had to get out, so I did. When I came out I realized that we were being chased and we had to hurry up and get out of there. I was so disappointed, sad, hurt... for having to leave this place. It didn't make a lot of sense. We headed out of there, running out, back over 'some sort of' wall. I looked back and my dream swamp wasn't there anymore. It was gone and all I could see now was a dark forest. No water, dead trees, and darkness.
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