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2002-09-05 19:51:51 ET

I dreamed again about that little girl... Cynthia. I think I still feel like missing being with her in time back when I was in Dallas some weeks ago, more than a month now. Iím not sure how the dream started... I never remember, I just recall that I was like climbing on the clouds with her. Sounds funny or strange, but since kid Iíve always liked clouds... cloudy days, ...rain, Iíve always wished I could live above the clouds... or maybe between clouds, so that way the upper clouds would cover me from the sun; living on clouds, and then come down to earth whenever I wanted, and return flying or something. Yes, I like clouds.

Anyway, so I dreamed that I was in some place surrounded only by clouds and there were like some green roots coming from clouds so I could climb on them and go up on higher levels; you might think something similar to the popular magic beans story, but for me instead of that it remembered me much more to some funny place that I saw in a videogame, it was a game for SNES, in case someone have ever played, it was Super Mario RPG, if someone has played and remember a level in which the object was to go to a city located above the clouds and to go up there it was needed to climb up on various giant plants like the ones I saw on my dream, the funny of this is that I even saw some of the characters in there, the funny red koopas with wings, the ones that look like turtles with red shells and small wings on them. Alright then, that was only for describing the place I feel akin to where I was. So, I dreamed that I was there like walking around the clouds with this cute 10-year-old child, this pretty innocent girl. And now that I think of it, in my dream this girl seemed even more pure than as she really was in real life, you know, all kids, as much as they seem calmed and passives, have their naughty, noisy moments, and she in deed was very sociable when I met her, she didnít care about ages, she got along very well with another 2-year-old girl as well as she called my attention; so I assume again that as in many people I know, in my dreams, they have a bit different behavior... like increasing the qualities I most like of them, and in this case she was being very smiley to me, she was walking with me, she saw things that attracted her and wanted to go there, I nodded and followed her calmly, and she seemed to be happy because of me, something really strange in real life... no need for a psychologist I would say itís like the inner wish of myself for having a close friend and make her happy. She made me feel relaxed and I didnít feel like in real life having to deal with people annoying, and complaining about everything. It was... a dream.

Iím not even sure if it really had a plot or something, so I just remembered the moment of being there with her, a pleasant moment that the closest feeling Iíve had, has been at night with another person. But I guess Iíll never stop being a dreamer, daydreamer, wonderer or psycho.


2002-09-06 17:36:08 ET

that seems like a really nice dream. i love clouds too, i havnt dempt about them in a long time.. acctually i havnt dreamt anything recentally

2002-09-07 20:44:55 ET

Do you dream about flying? I seem to dream of flying a lot. It's nice to feel relaxed in a dream, isn't it? One of those dreams where you wake up and feel, wow, it's going to be a good day, just because I feel so centered right now. Ready to deal with anything the world throws my way. It's almost surreal in its strength....

2002-09-07 21:09:44 ET

Pixie: Clouds are very nice to me. It sometimes happens me too that I have time without having or remembering my dreams.

Snake: Yes! I do dream many times about flying, it's great! And well, yeh, in some way when I wake up of a dream like that I feel a bit more encouraged, paradoxically sometimes is the contrary just to remember the real world isn't like the dream was.

2002-09-07 21:15:28 ET

ive only had one dream like the one that snake talked about.. that i can remember anyway

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