She loved this dream

Well, not at first.

First there was terror, terror as the engine stalled. Right above the middle of the ocean. And there were loved ones on board, asleep and unaware of the rolling waves. Waves voluminous with the sinister of the blackest galaxies…

Waking with the resolutionary tearing of fabric, she froze herself in the dive, the dive into the two dimensional whirlpool. The whirlpool of her own pencilled colours, symphoning themselves into place.

The green and the blue.

 

(I’m posting this song again, because I love it, and my brain seems to like how it messes with it…*smile)

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                1. What? I forgot about that question, I meant the other one hahaha
                  Wrong answer! Wrong answer! I don’t know what that means but it doesn’t sound conducive to the harmonious environment I am trying to channel for writing…
                  Abort!

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                    1. well now I am looking at the word lurkers for way too long and it makes no sense anymore…what a strange word…
                      I was just reading your piece about those voices. I’m curious, did you write that for yourself?

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  1. This is beautiful. How can you love a dream that you did not have to work and fight for? Dreams are adventures. Life should be an adventure! Anything that just falls into your lap without growing is worth less. I also like the song very well. Pen on paper seems to fit. Yes, it takes a lot of ease to write a letter and send it off as well.

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  2. How nice that my comment was interessting. This was just, what I understood from reading your post. Everybody is the artist of his own fortune. She did not love at first, because it was unconfortable, dangerous…but then she loved this dream. Your writing is gorgeous….there is a lot of space for Thoughts, and I also love your songs you are choosing for your poetry….this is a good concept!

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    1. Hi! I have been wondering how you are?
      haha yes…I read this the day after I posted it, and that part made me laugh out loud actually! 🙂
      …but at the time it was more about the way in lucid dreams we take a terrifying thing and break it down into manageable and/or understandable parts, to the point that it could be something that you hang on a wall to appreciate.
      I hope that makes sense. My mind has been all over lately lol.

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          1. Emojis are a nuisance, you never quite know how they’ll look on other systems. One of my machines embarrassment, another terror, who knows? 😳 I like monkeys. 🐒 As long as they are monkeys. They can mean anything. 🐒

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