I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.
we, about five of us, were gathered in front of the glowing white light waiting for the one's arrival. everyone was excited because we knew she was coming.
suddenly a screeching alarm sounded. when we turned as one towards the sound, red flames began to lap at the roof of the building behind us. before we understood what was happening, fire women were there directing huge streams of water toward the flames.
a tall, slender woman walked out of the burning building. it was the only structure in a barren clearing. as "the one" moved towards us the sun disappeared behind a cloud and day became night. the flames were gone. there was suddenly nothing, no sound, no flames, only the glowing woman walking toward us.
dreaming, whether in the waking or sleeping state, has always been important to me. for as long as i can remember i have recalled and spoken of my dreams. this blog consist of photographs and culled dream or inspirational quotes presented on a daily basis.