Last night I was dreaming again
when I was still awake.
So that’s a day dream.
That’s about the Lullaby.
I was dreaming about the rain coming up,
together with big thunders and heavy lightning art at the skies.
Rain is needed, so is the “unload” of electricity between the Earth and the Sky.
And that’s the Lightning and Thunder.
Why do we call it: “Thunder and Lightning”?
First there’s the Lightning;
then its sound arrives into our ears, being the Thunder!
I love the Lightning and Thunder.
It makes me feel united with Mother Earth.
Once in a while I take a bath in Lightning and Thunder.
Dreaming of the ability to fly up high, up into the Sky.
And touch those wonderful Rays…
And rolling down everywhere, leaded by the mighty Sound.
Just wanted to tell that I often have
those high reality dreams.
When I wake up, it is as if it all really happened.
Then it turns around:
the state of being awake seems to be the dreaming state.
I feel unreal for minutes, but in fact I am awake.
In my dreams I travel a lot in a very real way.
Trains, cities, talking people, walking around in houses.
All in full color, stereo sound and 3D.
Situations from the past and situations that only can be found in future.
And do you know the looped dream?
the dream in a dream, you dream that you dream…
that you can’t get awake when being in such a looped dream?
What’s your dream in Real Life?
Dreams in Reality?
I have only a few dreams, existing together in one Big Real Dream:
To feel completely free, quiet and peaceful.
I send you a postcard.
A postcard from far away,
from a Past that’s long ago…
The idylle of the sweet waves and bulbs,
bearing this beautiful Rose as a present;
giving back the Rose.
An unusual Way of giving a Rose.
. . . . . .
What caused the Rose to be cut?
Who cut it? And why?
Why did it land into the waves of water?
Who threw it into the waves?
While looking for answers to these questions,
we are used to create our own stories about the Past.
And thus change and pressume a Truth about what could have happened.
Here’s a lesson to be learned:
We create our own stories about the Past
as if it is the Truth.
but at the same time we should realize
that it’s all about our point of view of the World
and that nothing is really True…
. . . . . .
The photography of this postcard was made by Linda van Hartingsveldt.
Linda is a warm and sweet online friend.
Special thanks to her for allowing me publish the picture she made!