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Lucid Dreaming Post a Day 2011

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Oh what I would do if I could have a lucid dream…….

My life revolves around my daughter so naturally she’d be with me. I’d be able to communicate with her and her with me through thoughts alone. I’d visit all the people I’m always thinking of but can’t reach. We’d sit on the breeze and drink moonlight, we’d laugh music and wear sunshine.

I’d be surrounded by an ever-changing panorama of spectacular beauty: Impossibly deep ravines, the home to rivers colored the blue-green of tranquility, lined with greenery so vibrant and bold that it seems an artist’s paintbrush gave it life against the backdrop of the fiery sand and rock; Primeval forests of alien vegetation and mist with 100 rainbows each touching down into wells of liquid hope; Mountains reaching the stratosphere, icy and crystalline, calling for the remembrance of lost ideas and forfeited loved ones. I’d explore, venture through, over, under, around, and back.

I’d be a two-headed dragon, riding a rocket of light traveling as fast as. I’d exit our galaxy and meet otherworldly civilizations. Eat their food, speak their language. I’d befriend giant jungle cats and stroke their cubs and hunt their meals.

I’d split into as many pieces that make up each cell of my being and ride a tornado then dissipate and scatter myself to the four corners. I’d die.

And then….wake up.

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About eid2323

I've got a lot to say. I guess that's why most people start a blog, right? They've got thoughts, ideas, gripes, whatever, that they feel they must share with the world. Kind of egotistical, no? I mean, who's really going to read this? Am I so interesting that I can hold your attention over the rest of the world wide web? Strange to think that it could be possible. If you've read this far, you should know a little 'about me' as this portion is titled. Ok so, I live in Central Italy with my husband and daughter. He's an Italian citizen, I'm an American citizen which makes our baby...doomed, as well has a dual citizen. The cultures do more than clash. They kick, bite, and beat the crap out of eachother. You have to have a very worldly outlook to marry someone from another country. People around the world are raised very differently from one another. What's perfectly normal in one area of the world is cause for major concern in another. I stand in front of the fan to cool off when it's August and the heat is insane and the humidity keeps you sticky 24 hours a day. My husband is convinced I've some sort of superhuman powers to not have caught some serious illness by doing this. Sound senseless, it is. Italians are full of ridiculous beliefs that hold no ground outside the land of make-believe and nut-cases. But who am I to tell anyone that the sayings of their great-great-great Aunt Maria are bullshit? So I just listen and nod. Well that brings you a bit up to speed on my current situation, yeah? Ok so, read me blog now kiddies. Toodaloo!

4 responses »

  1. That was really beautiful. I really enjoyed reading it. Why didn’t I think of something like that? 🙂

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    • Thank you! I tried to think of things I could ONLY do in a dreamscape. I really appreciate you leaving a comment. I love knowing that others enjoyed what I wrote 🙂

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  2. Youve got some very beautiful ideas!
    My favorites are the third and forth paragraph!
    I also like this part: ‘We’d sit on the breeze and drink moonlight, we’d laugh music and wear sunshine.’

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    • Thank you :o) It’s been my favorite topic so far. I just go with the ideas presented in the Post a Day 2011 challenge. It’s the only one where I’ve been able to use my imagination. It was a lot of fun to write.

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