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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. I’m 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 I’ve always liked clouds... cloudy days, ...rain, I’ve 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 didn’t 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 it’s like the inner wish of myself for having a close friend and make her happy. She made me feel relaxed and I didn’t feel like in real life having to deal with people annoying, and complaining about everything. It was... a dream. I’m 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 I’ve had, has been at night with another person. But I guess I’ll never stop being a dreamer, daydreamer, wonderer or psycho. ...mmh... |
