Ich liebe Dich
I just realised I dreamed about Celestial the night before she emailed me. In fact, given the time difference, I was dreaming about her *when* she was emailing me.
I had a very strange dream. Near the beginning I was at her house, then I was with her at the airport, but it was a very rural-looking airport, and there was a list of different meal options for your flight; it was very vivid... I held onto her ticket and during the dream I thought forward in time and thought 'oh no, I hope I didn't keep that ticket'. The dream ended with us in a rural cafe, sort of Mexican, and the black people there were being quite violently chased out. We were as well because we had been hanging out with them and helping them in the cafe... It felt like a huge farewell, a loss of something very personal and deeply important. Outside on the dirt road as we left, there was a father (i never saw his face) holding a beautiful blonde little blue-eyed boy baby (about two years old), who looked at Celestial and said very seriously "I love you" in German. Then he looked at me and really gazed at me, and he said the same to me. (I am amazed--even in my dream, I heard it very clearly and it was correct, not just 'sounds-like-German', it was really German....) Then he said, "you know, we both have the sound 'Tam' [though he pronounced it with an accent] as part of our names"... I felt deeply touched and reassured and, though sad, peaceful... Celestial faded away... then I woke up.
I woke up to the phone ringing. Actually I was sort of half-awake in kind of lingering unreality.... Then I was torn out of it and I have been wierd all day because part of me is still there...
Then I was in the middle of happy (but difficult, and thus, involved & thoughtful) studying when my mum called making the bloody phone ring again... Strange how she thinks only of herself while purporting to care so much for others, and giving herself away....
I am now irritated because she interrupted my reverie... Dealing with her is so unpleasant when I do not feel like forcing out the answers that she wants.
Bloody hell.
I still wonder what the dream was about. What it meant for me, why I felt so deeply about something that has no connection to my real life, at least not on the surface...
I like dreams like that.... I like thinking, and they make me think.
I had a very strange dream. Near the beginning I was at her house, then I was with her at the airport, but it was a very rural-looking airport, and there was a list of different meal options for your flight; it was very vivid... I held onto her ticket and during the dream I thought forward in time and thought 'oh no, I hope I didn't keep that ticket'. The dream ended with us in a rural cafe, sort of Mexican, and the black people there were being quite violently chased out. We were as well because we had been hanging out with them and helping them in the cafe... It felt like a huge farewell, a loss of something very personal and deeply important. Outside on the dirt road as we left, there was a father (i never saw his face) holding a beautiful blonde little blue-eyed boy baby (about two years old), who looked at Celestial and said very seriously "I love you" in German. Then he looked at me and really gazed at me, and he said the same to me. (I am amazed--even in my dream, I heard it very clearly and it was correct, not just 'sounds-like-German', it was really German....) Then he said, "you know, we both have the sound 'Tam' [though he pronounced it with an accent] as part of our names"... I felt deeply touched and reassured and, though sad, peaceful... Celestial faded away... then I woke up.
I woke up to the phone ringing. Actually I was sort of half-awake in kind of lingering unreality.... Then I was torn out of it and I have been wierd all day because part of me is still there...
Then I was in the middle of happy (but difficult, and thus, involved & thoughtful) studying when my mum called making the bloody phone ring again... Strange how she thinks only of herself while purporting to care so much for others, and giving herself away....
I am now irritated because she interrupted my reverie... Dealing with her is so unpleasant when I do not feel like forcing out the answers that she wants.
Bloody hell.
I still wonder what the dream was about. What it meant for me, why I felt so deeply about something that has no connection to my real life, at least not on the surface...
I like dreams like that.... I like thinking, and they make me think.