I had a very odd, vivid dream last night:
There was a great divide on the land and a lone man was standing on the ground as quickly it sunk and became a vast ocean. He swam in this new ocean for hours and hours and, as much as it time can tell in a single dream, days passed and he found no land in sight for him to stand on and create a new life. Tired, he laid on his back and let the water keep him afloat. Above the man, a seagull saw the floating object and landed on it, mistaking what it was at his far-above sight. The man felt the bird and cumbersomely raised his hands to push the bird from his gut. The bird told the man that he was the first image of anything left over from the destruction and he hoped he was land. But since the bird flew all over the ocean and could not find anything else left but water, he asked the man if he could stay with him. The man was angry and didn't want to give up search for land and did not believe the bird's words that there was nothing left. Besides, he will probably die anyways, because there is no food or fresh water or if there are any sharks, they will eat the man. The bird told him he wanted to stay with the man, on top of his belly, because he has no one else. For what is left of the world, he might as well stay with his only friend. The man says no matter what, we all die alone and he rather die alone without anyone to witness it. When he found the strength, he shooed the bird off of his stomach and began to swim again, hoping he would find the land he desperately believed in. He told the bird to fly some more, and if he found any land, to find him and guide him to it. The bird, knowing better, flew away in search for this 'promised' land. In all attempts and in all searches, he gave up and tried to find his only friend, but he was no longer there.
As grim as this dream may sound, as sad and unfortunate, I certainly felt that it is not literal in any means. Maybe I am the bird, the stubborn man, or maybe both fighting as two characters. Maybe I have a fever and have been reading too many books lately. It's a very impressive dream.
There was a great divide on the land and a lone man was standing on the ground as quickly it sunk and became a vast ocean. He swam in this new ocean for hours and hours and, as much as it time can tell in a single dream, days passed and he found no land in sight for him to stand on and create a new life. Tired, he laid on his back and let the water keep him afloat. Above the man, a seagull saw the floating object and landed on it, mistaking what it was at his far-above sight. The man felt the bird and cumbersomely raised his hands to push the bird from his gut. The bird told the man that he was the first image of anything left over from the destruction and he hoped he was land. But since the bird flew all over the ocean and could not find anything else left but water, he asked the man if he could stay with him. The man was angry and didn't want to give up search for land and did not believe the bird's words that there was nothing left. Besides, he will probably die anyways, because there is no food or fresh water or if there are any sharks, they will eat the man. The bird told him he wanted to stay with the man, on top of his belly, because he has no one else. For what is left of the world, he might as well stay with his only friend. The man says no matter what, we all die alone and he rather die alone without anyone to witness it. When he found the strength, he shooed the bird off of his stomach and began to swim again, hoping he would find the land he desperately believed in. He told the bird to fly some more, and if he found any land, to find him and guide him to it. The bird, knowing better, flew away in search for this 'promised' land. In all attempts and in all searches, he gave up and tried to find his only friend, but he was no longer there.
As grim as this dream may sound, as sad and unfortunate, I certainly felt that it is not literal in any means. Maybe I am the bird, the stubborn man, or maybe both fighting as two characters. Maybe I have a fever and have been reading too many books lately. It's a very impressive dream.
that which differentiates a man full of anger
from a man panicking at his vanishing options.
as i read this and thought how it could be chapter the second to the story i wrote about Archer a couple years back, the bonnie 'prince' billy song in the background:
"hey little bird
thank you for not letting go of me
when i let go of you."
hope the move goes well, hope yr feeling better.
truth is, all will go smoothly.
smooth as silver.
we'll always talk soon, one way or another.