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18 responses to “239 STORMS”
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Well, 239 STORMS is a LOT of storms!! (hehehe) And, your dream reminds me of a theme that runs through my dreams – and my life – that I am trying to get people to see the danger, or to understand what is at stake, or to understand how absolutely NUTS the situation is, and nobody seems at all phased but me. It seems like the way the world is right now, the way I live, feeling like I can’t run around ALL the time screaming – YOU PEOPLE ARE CRAZY, GREEDY, ALIENS (maybe?) AND YOU ARE KILLING US AND YOU EITHER KNOW IT AND DON’T CARE OR ARE STUPID AND DON’T SEE IT – but I don’t do this, I JUST GO and pray and sing to the Land, and create beauty, and dive into the mystery, and care for the creatures and bless them when I pass them dead on the road, and cry at the clearing of a forest and hold the dream that it is all a part of the divine, whether or not I can see it.
Languaging this as I was taught to in a dream group, “If I were the dreamer in your dream, I would think I was in a world gone mad that no one else paid close enough attention to see when the helpless were disappearing.”LikeLike
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love, love, love that first photo…wow ! Still thinking on your dream…another wow ! Sweet dreams tonight, okay ?? !!
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I find dreamworld fascinating and instructional.
The best ones are always unsettling. I think Thunderman may have set the stage.LikeLike
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i like that–the “ok,now what?”–the implied detachment. and i love that image of the fence, firewood, gray sky, mountains in the distance. setting the tone for winter–and the gray chair w/bird echoing the tone. and you were out at 2 am and was it cold? and were you clothed in your silk skin?
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Dreams are fascinating. I wish I could access more of my own.
4×5 inches reminds me of a scrap of cloth.LikeLike
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Ps. I love the first pix. Almost black and white.
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as Old Man Crow says whenever the wild crazy things happen, “just another drama”
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just going. that’s all. however we can see the Path.
Truth is, for me, it’s all equally What It Is. That’s
it. it’s all equally what it is. and that’s what my
dreams say. it’s all equally what it is.LikeLike
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i never much have Sweet dreams. they are always kind of
similar to this, tho this one was extreme. it’s only
recently that they have familiar people and places. they
always before took place in lands where i had never been.
so this switch is interesting to meLikeLike
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i know it’s supposed to be instructional…but my dreams
are so so oddLikeLike
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yes. that ok, now what is always there. i am never really
afraid or freaked. i am always just going. and yes, it was beautiful at 2 a.m. and yes it was cold and yes i was clothed in my new silk skin that i want to absorb all of the days
now., that new silk skin….LikeLike
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YES!!!!…i thought of that…like a scrap of cloth, she
had become, Yes!LikeLike
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yeah…like that, isn’t it. love it when that happens
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but…it’s what we have, sometimes, in this life, right?
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sure wild things happen every week but the Old Crow just rolls with the punches for instance just a few days ago when we nearly collided with a car at an intersection doing a mad maneouvre with no indicators on, his quick reflexes saved the day whilst I was gripping the seat with white knuckled fever saying “Whoee… that was close!” he saved us! & he said “just another drama” and kept driving no worries… he’s cool (I’m not)
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yup. keep driving. no worries. yup. he’s got it.
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Can’t stop looking at that first image. That sky…
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today we had our big autumn storm
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