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Don't know how or why I thought of this...I was in bed in one of those semi-concious states and I thought/dreamt about my future. The ending is the best part...because it's more of a beginning.
I was married - we were very much in love - and we had two children. A boy and a girl. We lived a sort of European lifestyle and split our time between the states and somewhere in Europe (i'm guessing Italy or Spain judging by the scenery). We had a villa out in the country. It was up on a hill and it overlooked a bustling city below. We had lots of open land and the kids ran around barefoot all day. The weather was always breezy and warm.
My husband and I stood in a large kitchen fixing dinner together. It was so bright and airy. We laughed. I remember that. We made eachother laugh like crazy. I remember there being tons of fresh fruits and vegetables everywhere. There was a huge window above the sink and it was open and overlooking the yard where our kids were playing.
We liked utility. We built things together. Figuratively and literally. There was nothing we couldn't create.
I don't know what I did for a career - we had a small, breezy room with drawing tables and a couple computers scattered around. I remember there being lots of sketches and half-written pages lying about. Even while we worked, we laughed.
He played soccer (futbol!) on the weekends with our son and I took our daughter to dance in the city (typical right?).
When the weather started to cool, we packed up our little villa and jetted off to the states. I have no idea where we lived, but life was certainly a little more hectic. This time, we worked in offices and the kids were in school all day. We spent time reconnecting with our families and friends and that American lifestyle that we so dearly loved and despised all at the same time. We went to football (football!) games and drank cheap American beer and got silly together.
And there was always music. In every scene, there was music. It was an emotional yet uplifting soundtrack. And this, I know, probably stems from the reality of my actual childhood. (My parents introduced my sister and I to some amazing music and instilled a passion for it in us.)
At the end of the dream, we were back at the villa. It was late morning and we were still in bed, drenched in warm, fresh sunlight. We were entangled in a sea of white linens - and eachother - and we were so completely alive. He turned over and looked at me...into me. And he kissed me. And that's where we stayed for the rest of the day.
love love,
D
I was married - we were very much in love - and we had two children. A boy and a girl. We lived a sort of European lifestyle and split our time between the states and somewhere in Europe (i'm guessing Italy or Spain judging by the scenery). We had a villa out in the country. It was up on a hill and it overlooked a bustling city below. We had lots of open land and the kids ran around barefoot all day. The weather was always breezy and warm.
My husband and I stood in a large kitchen fixing dinner together. It was so bright and airy. We laughed. I remember that. We made eachother laugh like crazy. I remember there being tons of fresh fruits and vegetables everywhere. There was a huge window above the sink and it was open and overlooking the yard where our kids were playing.
We liked utility. We built things together. Figuratively and literally. There was nothing we couldn't create.
I don't know what I did for a career - we had a small, breezy room with drawing tables and a couple computers scattered around. I remember there being lots of sketches and half-written pages lying about. Even while we worked, we laughed.
He played soccer (futbol!) on the weekends with our son and I took our daughter to dance in the city (typical right?).
When the weather started to cool, we packed up our little villa and jetted off to the states. I have no idea where we lived, but life was certainly a little more hectic. This time, we worked in offices and the kids were in school all day. We spent time reconnecting with our families and friends and that American lifestyle that we so dearly loved and despised all at the same time. We went to football (football!) games and drank cheap American beer and got silly together.
And there was always music. In every scene, there was music. It was an emotional yet uplifting soundtrack. And this, I know, probably stems from the reality of my actual childhood. (My parents introduced my sister and I to some amazing music and instilled a passion for it in us.)
At the end of the dream, we were back at the villa. It was late morning and we were still in bed, drenched in warm, fresh sunlight. We were entangled in a sea of white linens - and eachother - and we were so completely alive. He turned over and looked at me...into me. And he kissed me. And that's where we stayed for the rest of the day.
love love,
D