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It's a long road -- running away.
May. 24th, 2010 11:12 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I tend to only gives these a passing glance, if one at all most days, but I rather like this one. I've always been fascinated by dreams, especially with the ones I tend to have. Sleep has always been the single most healing thing for me -- though I wonder if yoga may take up that position in the very near future. No matter how upset, how depressed, or how much I think the world may be falling down around me -- I go to sleep and when I wake up if those feelings aren't gone entirely, I find I'm much more able and ready to deal with what I must. This I think comes from wherever I disappear to when I dream, which I suppose is into myself.
I don't remember the majority of my dreams, but judging from the ones I do remember, I do not have recurring dreams. Instead, there is a familiarity in each of them, a feeling that each takes place in the same world and shape whatever story is being told. They feel somewhat like a homecoming to me, one after a very long absence. My dreams always tend to be rather odd -- odd in that take place in a world much like the one I live in, just slightly warped and with bits and pieces that wouldn't belong. People forgotten often show up too -- those from my past, and they are always different, but in a familiar way. My own personal Wonderland, I guess I could say.
I suppose there may be a deeper meaning in many of them, but I could not even begin to guess what they could be or even what they could say about me.
I tend to only gives these a passing glance, if one at all most days, but I rather like this one. I've always been fascinated by dreams, especially with the ones I tend to have. Sleep has always been the single most healing thing for me -- though I wonder if yoga may take up that position in the very near future. No matter how upset, how depressed, or how much I think the world may be falling down around me -- I go to sleep and when I wake up if those feelings aren't gone entirely, I find I'm much more able and ready to deal with what I must. This I think comes from wherever I disappear to when I dream, which I suppose is into myself.
I don't remember the majority of my dreams, but judging from the ones I do remember, I do not have recurring dreams. Instead, there is a familiarity in each of them, a feeling that each takes place in the same world and shape whatever story is being told. They feel somewhat like a homecoming to me, one after a very long absence. My dreams always tend to be rather odd -- odd in that take place in a world much like the one I live in, just slightly warped and with bits and pieces that wouldn't belong. People forgotten often show up too -- those from my past, and they are always different, but in a familiar way. My own personal Wonderland, I guess I could say.
I suppose there may be a deeper meaning in many of them, but I could not even begin to guess what they could be or even what they could say about me.
