Similarities

i hadn’t wanted to write out some of the dreams i’ve had lately (within the past week) but since you both had similar themes, i thought i’d add mine.

i dreamed an incredibly lovely song, unlike almost anything you can hear currently. the woman’s voice that sang was unique and singular and i wish very much that i could hear and translate music to paper because it was remarkable.

i’ve also been flying. i dreamed i was in a theater where the movie playing was one i’d created. it was a sappy meg ryan/tom hanks movie that i wouldn’t particularly like and when it played i knew everything that was going to happen. it was shot in a beautiful way that made the blacks and whites deep and striking, boldly stand out, so it was pretty to look at.
i sat on the floor of the theater and there was a little boy down there too, causing interruptions. i thought i’d help us both out. i took us flying. i told him to hold on to a toilet seat i suddenly had and i flew over him, arms hanging down to hold him seated below me. we had a great time dipping and swooping to buzz the crowds.

i’m having wrenchingly lovely encounters in my dreams and they make me sad to wake up and find they’re not real. twice i’ve had encounters with dream ppl who were good and special ppl. in one i was at a reunion for school of some sort, confusing since ppl from various schools and parts of my life were there. i wasn’t having a great time and was relieved i was about to go. then i was approached by a boy i knew in high school and for no reason except that he really seemed to like me, to feel attracted (in a nonsexual way), we ended up in the nicest loving embrace that went on and on. neither of us wanted to let go, even when his blind wife (a childhood acquaintance) grew upset and ran into the lawn outside. it was sunset and the greens were deep and the light was intense and peculiar. we chased her while still completely engaged in the hug, trying to explain that what she’d been told wasn’t accurate and nothing was “going on”. later he told me he’d made me a blueberry cake and i was all shy/coquettish, toeing the floor and asking about the ingredients so i could be sure it was vegan.

the other wonderful person dream was last night. i was at a function in china. many ppl, only a few english speakers. the building we were in was old and wooden, winding, with some modernish features, concrete patio and sort of bleachers in one place. it was set up for gatherings. wandering thru the throng of ppl, i was approached by a chinese man who i took to be a chef in one of the kitchens. he had on a messy apron, the neck hanging down in front. it was loud inside from the kitchens behind him and the crowd around me. he leaned to whisper in my ear to invite me to a special meal later, something he called eight…maybe eight buddha something. it had a unique name but i remember the eight. i was intrigued. he seemed to be saying many things at once- that the banquet food we’d be given wouldn’t be as good, that he wanted to have some time alone with me, and that the food he suggested would be an event. he never went back to the kitchen. he pressed against me and we navigated the crowd together. we were sharing our own jokes and asides, an island in the sea of ppl, and i felt from him a tangible magnetic pull, something i could almost see that drew me into him.
…..there came a point where i seemed to have a diplomatic function to fulfill. certain of us were called out onto the patio where there were shallow boxes that held water, like a large and tiered pond but divided into compartments. we were to light tiny candles that would float on the waters. they looked like chinese lanterns but also like small ships and were just lovely. everyone grew silent watching. it was a very big deal the way we were chosen to light the candles, all the chinese ppl were “before” us and stepped aside to allow us to be the ones to light, tho we were the ones intended to do the ceremony from the beginning.
…i got separated from him when i had to leave the crowd for this and we never found one another again, tho we were both searching the crowd. it got sadder and sadder the longer i looked.

now i’m wondering if i did post any of this. if i did, forgive the repeat.

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