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Gin and tonic, fog, and the winter hour

What can you expect after too much to drink in too little time? It is either you sleep like a log (brick solid!), or you toss and turn like the meat on the grill. Now for me it was the later. Why the long introduction? since I don’t care too much how I sleep and it is not like I expect you to care more. But it is how I explain recalling my dream, which I usually don’t. Most of the time I sleep brick solid.

So. We were being invaded. We don’t know what it was, but the animals were stampeding. I personally thought it was about werewolves. The whole things was happening in my childhood neighborhood in Timisoara, all brushed up modern American meets Chronicles of Riddick meets Romanian ten stories concrete buildings. Now, we were inside the building - pretty standard scenario, see the Day after tomorrow - trying to secure the window so that the werewolves (I thought!) could not get inside. Now, the building was totally empty on the inside, there were no doors, nor opportunities to barricade. The only option was to check and secure EVERY window (let me run the numbers for you; I have not actually done this in my dream; there I just started securing the windows. So, 10 stories multiplied by three the number of entrances, multiplied by 4 the number of apartments, multiplied by four, the number of windows in each apartment… there were 480 windows to be secured). We started meticulously from top to bottom. At the beginning it looked real easy. Modern windows, turn, click and close. By the time we were done with half of them we started running into trouble, old wooden frames would not fit properly, the hinges would break while we were trying to close. The closing mechanism would be old and visibly unreliable. I particularly remember one window which was rather new and had a closing mechanism made out of a yellowish fork, the one you could probably find in an antique store (the fork not the window. I remember I brought something similar from Curacao, very colonial). This window I have managed to close, but the next one was so shaky it actually turned into wooden crumbs, totally wrecked and impossible to close, compromising our entire work. Rest assured I never got to meet with the werewolves, as I woke up. It was one hour earlier! since this is the Sunday we switch to winter time. But that doesn’t solve my headache.

OK, now let’s hear it from the Dream Dictionary:

Seeing windows in your dream means bright hopes, vast possibilities and insight. Dreaming that you are looking out the window means your outlook on life, your consciousness, point of view, awareness, and intuition. You may be reflecting on a decision and seeking guidance. If you are looking in the window, then it indicates that you are doing some soul searching and looking within yourself. Seeing shut windows in your dream means desertion and abandonment. Seeing shattered and broken windows indicates misery and disloyalty. Seeing a tinted window in your dream, represents you need for privacy and your ways of getting it. You are keeping aspects of yourself hidden or that you want to remain ambiguous.

Seeing a werewolf in your dream indicates that something in your life is not what it seems. It is symbolic of fear, repressed anger, and uncontrollable violence. Dreaming that you are a werewolf, suggests that some aspects of your personality are hurtful and even dangerous to your own well-being. You are headed down an undesirable path. Alternatively, it refers to your repressed instincts.

Seeing a fork in your dream means an extension of your reach. You are setting forth in pursuing your goals. Alternatively, it may be a pun on “fork it over”. Do you feel that you are being coerced or forced? Dreaming of being stabbed with a fork indicates that you are too picky with the ideas/suggestions presented to you. Seeing someone Seeing or eating with a fork indicates that all his present worries will be cleared up through the help of a friend.

Dreaming of brass indicates deception, falsehood and deceitfulness. It may also refer to your boldness.

Dreaming of bronze, suggests that you need to provide more care to something. It indicates maintenance of beauty and health.  Posted by Hello

Dream, funeral, casket

So I had this dream. We were at a funeral. I don’t know whose. I also do not remember if there was a casket, but I tend to think there was. You were there, too. We were having a great time. Like it was no funeral at all. Have you seen the Vampires’ Ball, when the casket slides down the slope on the snow? The atmosphere had something like that.

Anyway, here is what the Dream Dictionary says:

Dreaming of your own funeral, symbolizes an ending to a situation or aspect of yourself. You may be repressing some of your feelings or parts of yourself and the dream may be a signal for you to recognize and acknowledge those feelings. Instead of confronting a situation, you are dealing with it by burying it and trying to forget about it. If you are nearing death, a funeral dream may relate to your feelings/anxieties about your own death. Dreaming that you are at somebody else’s funeral means that you are burying an old relationship and closing the lid on the past. You may be letting go some of the feelings (resentment, anger, hostility toward someone) that you’ve been clinging onto. Dreaming that you are attending a funeral for a still-living parent, suggests that you need to separate yourself from your parent’s restrictions and confines. The symbolic death may give you the courage you need to take the next step toward your independence and autonomy. Dreaming that you are at the funeral of an unknown person, suggests that something in your life is supposed to put to rest or put aside so that you can make room for something new. You need to investigate further what aspect or component of your life you need to let go.

Seeing a casket in your dream indicates that it is time to end a situation or relationship. Additionally, it symbolizes a completion of a project or lifestyle and a beginning of another. In this regards, this symbol may represent new opportunities.

Mosaic


I suspect these two were lovers investigating the first thrills, like when you are ready to spend time talking no matter how cold it gets and how flat and numb your ass gets from all the sitting out there in the anticipation of the first kiss  Posted by Hello

Saturday post


It is another kind of chess when the monks walk the path in the yard of the monastery.  Posted by Hello

Post instead of coffee, anyone?


Good morning, you have guessed it right. It is late and it is only now that I woke up. Nevertheless feeling like I have swallowed a hammer. Must be the full moon. Yap, my favorites: full moon, fog, cold late morning. Let’s run for it.  Posted by Hello

Almost us


Almost three.  Posted by Hello

Killing doorways

So, here you are, by popular demand, and because I did manage to finish that damn report, what I was doing at the time of the earthquake last night.

Well, since I am not your average Romanian, I was not sleeping. Therefore I did not wake up, but I was rather left sleepless, which should give G an answer to his previous comment. I was browsing the internet checking what the others have been up to lately. I remember I had the time to calmly move away from the couch and walk towards the doorway, think it might be over until I get there. Then I sat myself in the doorway, or was it bent and kneeled? and… it wouldn’t be over, so, pushing with my fists into the floor, don’t ask me why, I had time to say three or four times,don’t ask me to whom, “Please, make it stop!”. I don’t usually entertain the habit of talking to God. The feeling must be mutual since I remember when I fell in my bathroom and hit my head I did not have any vision either. About that time I got the adrenaline rush, and my heart rate went through the ceiling, hearing the funny noises Foolea’s work was making brushing against the wall. Bad idea to keep architectural mock-ups like that. Not that hanging them on the wall would be much helpful in the same situation. I also remember another me, the learned one, kept on saying reassuringly this only takes a couple of seconds. These seconds however kept me waiting longer than the next few hours. And then it was over and I was still waiting for the concrete walls to fall and bury everything under them. The phone lines were down because of the overflow. I somehow managed to get a hold of T and make sure he was fine. He was also out drinking with his friends following his first appearance on TV. He offered to bring me some soda or juice: “there is plenty on tables, people have just left”. No, thank you, but so kind of you to offer. So there I was, unable to move back to the couch. I refused to go out, because the stairs could have been shaky and the elevator is unreliable even during a regular day.

Post-factum I read Douglas F. Copp’s tips to survive earthquakes. We have obviously not been in such circumstances, but if I had been, some of the things I did were stupid and dangerous.

Sleepless


I liked the colours.  Posted by Hello

Earthquake

I am fine. These were the longest seconds lately.

Demotivated post

Press “Create”, swap window to my “Untitled - Notepad”. Write, select all, CTRL + C, swap back to post window, CTRL + V, click on ABC…

I am waiting for my next appointment, somehow paralized. I am not ready for TV, although this is a friend. The most difficult encounter. I have no idea what to do. On my other “side” I am pressed with an urgent report. An urgent report, a set of guidelines and a timeline for a plan of action. I am out of the bushes emotionally. I am in the bushes mentally. Stress. I am sleepy. I abandon here.