Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
HumpDayHaikus in Merry March
Holy cow this year is flying by! Funny how the time was snail-like when I was growing up, but as an adult, living in SoCal, days blend together since we don't really have seasons. I'm not complaining though! I don't mind visiting snow, but I moved back from Boston for a reason...
07 Mar 2018: Flying High
Who doesn't love dogs
frolicking in the sand and
chasing each other?
I mean, seriously, it's so awesome to watch! This photo I took a few years ago and it's still one of my favorites.
21 Mar 2018: Spring
28 Mar 2018: Dreams
This one was truly a miracle for me to pull off. I've been packing and cleaning and moving this last month but this week was crunch time. We just finished cleaning the old apartment and got home a little after 9pm last night. I definitely didn't expect to draw anything but I'm pretty happy with this, considering I finished it in under a half an hour.
In the next few weeks or so, I'm going to take my time with one of these!
07 Mar 2018: Flying High
14 Mar 2018: Dog Beach
frolicking in the sand and
chasing each other?
I mean, seriously, it's so awesome to watch! This photo I took a few years ago and it's still one of my favorites.
21 Mar 2018: Spring
28 Mar 2018: Dreams
This one was truly a miracle for me to pull off. I've been packing and cleaning and moving this last month but this week was crunch time. We just finished cleaning the old apartment and got home a little after 9pm last night. I definitely didn't expect to draw anything but I'm pretty happy with this, considering I finished it in under a half an hour.
In the next few weeks or so, I'm going to take my time with one of these!
Sunday, December 8, 2013
You meet someone in dreams repeatedly, but each time they're a little different.
I've been slacking, I know! I've been doing a lot of reading. In fact, just today, I finished Game of Thrones... after about 8 months. (Gimme a break... it's 800+ pages! Plus I've read about 4 books in between.)
Oh and I got a keyboard, so I've been fiddling with that. :)
I'm a bit rusty. I like the idea better than the execution...
Writing Prompt #6
I was 4 when I first dreamt of him. He was an old man with white hair and looked around my grandfather's age. I remember wondering who he was because he looked familiar, but like no one in the family I had ever seen.
He was playing with several kids my age and I wanted to play too. But for some reason, they were always just out of reach. Whenever I went to where I thought they were, they were somewhere else. I was always able to see what they were doing, but I couldn't find a way to participate.
I was too young to make sense of it, and didn't think anything of it.
When I was 12, he reappeared. He was younger now, maybe late 40s. The children around him were a older, again about my age. There were only 2 this time and they more closely resembled him. He was with a woman that looked to be his wife and they were very happy. They looked to be on a family vacation on a tropical island.
When I woke up, I asked my mom about the family and if there were any uncles or second cousins that I hadn't met yet. We were a very close family and as far as I knew, we all migrated to the States during the war and no one was left behind.
I scoured through the few old pictures she was able to bring with her when she fled, but I never saw him in any of them.
Nine years later, he reemerged. He was my age this time. I recognized him right away. He was about to graduate college, as was I. The people around him were definitely family. I saw my mom there this time, much older as well as some cousins who also aged. He must be family, but who was he?
I looked through pictures again, and scoured family Facebook accounts to see if I could determine who he was. No success.
Five years later, I saw him again. He was a teenager now. Young, awkward, but still well adjusted. I stopped trying to put meaning behind it. After all, they were just dreams weren't they?
At 36, he came to me again. This time he was about 4 years old. I couldn't believe it when I dreamt of him again. All this time I had been dreaming of my future son! This time, I was dreaming about him at the age he actually was. His beautiful face, his resemblance to the family!
I recalled the dreams I had when I was younger, and hoped the future I had dreamed for him would come true.
Oh and I got a keyboard, so I've been fiddling with that. :)
I'm a bit rusty. I like the idea better than the execution...
Writing Prompt #6
I was 4 when I first dreamt of him. He was an old man with white hair and looked around my grandfather's age. I remember wondering who he was because he looked familiar, but like no one in the family I had ever seen.
He was playing with several kids my age and I wanted to play too. But for some reason, they were always just out of reach. Whenever I went to where I thought they were, they were somewhere else. I was always able to see what they were doing, but I couldn't find a way to participate.
I was too young to make sense of it, and didn't think anything of it.
When I was 12, he reappeared. He was younger now, maybe late 40s. The children around him were a older, again about my age. There were only 2 this time and they more closely resembled him. He was with a woman that looked to be his wife and they were very happy. They looked to be on a family vacation on a tropical island.
When I woke up, I asked my mom about the family and if there were any uncles or second cousins that I hadn't met yet. We were a very close family and as far as I knew, we all migrated to the States during the war and no one was left behind.
I scoured through the few old pictures she was able to bring with her when she fled, but I never saw him in any of them.
Nine years later, he reemerged. He was my age this time. I recognized him right away. He was about to graduate college, as was I. The people around him were definitely family. I saw my mom there this time, much older as well as some cousins who also aged. He must be family, but who was he?
I looked through pictures again, and scoured family Facebook accounts to see if I could determine who he was. No success.
Five years later, I saw him again. He was a teenager now. Young, awkward, but still well adjusted. I stopped trying to put meaning behind it. After all, they were just dreams weren't they?
At 36, he came to me again. This time he was about 4 years old. I couldn't believe it when I dreamt of him again. All this time I had been dreaming of my future son! This time, I was dreaming about him at the age he actually was. His beautiful face, his resemblance to the family!
I recalled the dreams I had when I was younger, and hoped the future I had dreamed for him would come true.
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