I dreamt that I was standing on a hill overlooking green rolling mountains, and deep sinking valleys. All of my senses were beautifully heightened. I could feel the air of the atmosphere enveloping me, the air was like a soft kiss all around me. I was somewhere timeless and at complete peace and bliss.
I stood on this giant hill, and I heard the faint sounds of thunder coming closer. I looked beyond and I could see colors of grey and silver slowly covering the land, bit by bit from very far away. As I stood and watched, the sounds became louder and as the colors began to cover the land below, I realized that it was an enormous stampede of wild silver, white, and grey stallions migrating across the valleys.
My heart soared to see something so absolutely amazing. My dream state turned ecstatic, and I was just in complete awe! So, I prepared myself to lean back, I wanted to lay down on the top of this hill and just watch and let this beautiful thing happen. I just wanted to experience this fully. And as I reached down my hand to support myself in order to sit, I felt a pinch on my hand. I noticed that there were some pieces of broken glass in the grass. I didn't cut myself, but I got angry.
My mind began to focus on this broken glass. I could still feel the earth rumbling and hear the stallions rushing by me as the wind picked up. But, questions went railing through my mind...Why is there glass here? Who was here before me? Who was stupid enough to litter in this beautiful place? What if I had cut myself? And still, there was a part of me that can sense the stallions running, and it was almost as if I chose to miss it, that I chose to be distracted!
Distracted by this broken glass, my mind couldn't let it go, missing out on something beautiful that was happening right in front of me. This is one of the most profound dreams I have had in a while. I have been referring to it alot ever since I had it. Which was way back in February.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Dream Journal: Tibetan Children with Balloons
Last night I dreamt, that I was in a small village in Tibet. It was during a festival and a group of Americans, including myself were stationed in this lovely place. Located high up on a mountain top, overlooking green rolling hills, this gathering took place in a neighborhood of dusty dirt roads and open flat ground.
There was laughter, music, and children running in circles as if there were a game of musical chairs happening. I stood there with some of my fellow American friends watching in awe as beautiful brown bare feet raced around us, chasing each other and as their joyful voices floated above us.
I had a couple dozen balloons in my hand and was preparing to pass them out to the children as they jostled passed us. The balloons were in red, yellow, blue and we had Tibetan prayers imprinted on the rubber in black ink. We began handing them out and the children began to fill the space running around with hovering, bobbing bubbles.
We had some left over materials and began decorating some balloons with colorful beads, light pieces of jewelry that could be placed on the balloon or tied to it's string. I was concerned that the children may argue over the few number of balloons that we specially decorated. Since, it was a small village stricken with poverty, I wasn't sure how they would react to something that would appear to be more valuable. For a moment, I thought that we should not hand out any balloons that seemed "special."
But, to my surprise, the children, asked, "Oh, what is that balloon?" Noticing that we had a handful of decorated ones, the eyes of sun kissed faces widened. I said, "Oh, these are just balloons we decorated with beads and jewelry, would you like this one?" A child answered, "No, I want the plain one with prayers on it, please." And as I handed him a regular balloon, he giggled and laughed and ran off to play.
The other children began screaming in fun and began asking for the plain balloons as well. Laughing and just being silly and kicking dirt and dust up from the ground as they hopped and skipped around us in excitement. By the end of the afternoon or the end of my dream sequence, I held the jeweled balloons in my hand, smiling and just thinking about the beauty of those wonderful Tibetan children.
There was laughter, music, and children running in circles as if there were a game of musical chairs happening. I stood there with some of my fellow American friends watching in awe as beautiful brown bare feet raced around us, chasing each other and as their joyful voices floated above us.
I had a couple dozen balloons in my hand and was preparing to pass them out to the children as they jostled passed us. The balloons were in red, yellow, blue and we had Tibetan prayers imprinted on the rubber in black ink. We began handing them out and the children began to fill the space running around with hovering, bobbing bubbles.
We had some left over materials and began decorating some balloons with colorful beads, light pieces of jewelry that could be placed on the balloon or tied to it's string. I was concerned that the children may argue over the few number of balloons that we specially decorated. Since, it was a small village stricken with poverty, I wasn't sure how they would react to something that would appear to be more valuable. For a moment, I thought that we should not hand out any balloons that seemed "special."
But, to my surprise, the children, asked, "Oh, what is that balloon?" Noticing that we had a handful of decorated ones, the eyes of sun kissed faces widened. I said, "Oh, these are just balloons we decorated with beads and jewelry, would you like this one?" A child answered, "No, I want the plain one with prayers on it, please." And as I handed him a regular balloon, he giggled and laughed and ran off to play.
The other children began screaming in fun and began asking for the plain balloons as well. Laughing and just being silly and kicking dirt and dust up from the ground as they hopped and skipped around us in excitement. By the end of the afternoon or the end of my dream sequence, I held the jeweled balloons in my hand, smiling and just thinking about the beauty of those wonderful Tibetan children.
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