wednesday

all i have to do is dream..

Ever since arriving in San Diego, I have been dreaming ALOT and remembering ALL my dreams...my dreams have been strange, seeing people in them I haven't seen for years, odd circumstances,long winded, eerie and just down right weird. So one day I mention this to Irene (my roommate), and she matter-of-factly states "oh yea! sorry the dream catcher is in your room, you can take it out" "uhhh what does that mean?!" i ask...

she continues to tell me how she bought a dream catcher at the grand canyon last summer and it was in her room for awhile, but she said it was really messing up her dreams. she said she has always enjoyed dreaming, and remembers her dreams every night, but eventually her dreams just became too much for her to handle. and the only difference she could see was the dream catcher. so she moved it into the spare bedroom. this is where I sleep, what I now like to call, the dreamers lair...

So, last night I had a dream about an Indian...we were somewhere in the mountains and there was a ceremony going on. I was part of the ceremony. I was there because I wanted to know something, but couldn't come up with the question or maybe i didn't want to disturb the Indian I was with, so I never asked... This is all i really remember about the dream. when i woke up and as the day progressed i had this persistent feeling that this Indian had given me something...when I got home, and I saw the dream catcher on my closet door, I immediately knew the indian had given that to me in my dream...too crazy.

I was having crazy dreams before she told me about the dream catcher, but not before san diego, so there MUST be something to this dream catcher, right? but dream catchers are supposed trap your good dreams, so you remember them happily as you wake up and bad dreams are supposed to float down the feathers and disappear. my dreams have not been good or bad, just strange.

I haven't decided yet if I want to take the dream catcher out of the room. I am enjoying having dreams, even though they are strange and eerie, but I don't remember the last time I dreamt so much...i think its good to dream...I am thinking I should start a dream journal though because dreams escape your memory so quickly, and they are hard to put into words the longer you wait. i think it will be good to document them now especially since i won't have this dream catcher forever...such a fun adventure. stay tuned.

amor.amore.amour

if you have never read a paulo coelho book you are truly missing out on one intellectual adventure...a quote from one of my favorites,by the river piedra, i sat down and wept,

"One doesn’t love in order to do what is good or to help or to protect someone. If we act that way, we are perceiving the other as a simple object, and we seeing ourselves as wise and generous persons. This has nothing to do with love. To love is to be in communion with the other and to discover in that other the spark of God."

ps. he's brazilian and muito muito fantástico.