Dreaming. We all do it, apparently! Some dreams stick with you though. I can’t shake this dream I had recently. In a good way. They say it’s our own voice speaking to us, when we are at our most receptive. Where the conscious and unconscious voices meet. In the in-between. Some have prophetic dreams; others work shit out in the dream world or a mixture of both. Sometimes you just don’t get a dream, no matter how hard you try. Searching the internet and dream books for answers, even then it can elude you. Other times the answers are so clear, like the universe just smacked you upside the head. Leaves you smiling and an inner knowing like ....Yeah, I got this shit! There are amazing people out there that interpret dreams and can offer such a great insight when navigating the sometimes murky waters of our dreaming. I think when it comes to dreams and we try to decipher them, we forget to trust ourselves and inner knowing. Trust yourself and the feeling. Writing it down can help to revisit later. I wanted to share my dream. I was on the phone to Nick Caves dad(Whom I know died when Nick was quite young around 19). I was taking him lamb; that my husband had boned out for him. For the life of me I had to get this food to him. Like a mission. My husband was with me and we travelled to a farm to give him the food. I remember them (Hubby and Nick’s Dad) walking out the back and I stayed in the house. There were cat's and kitten's on the lounge floor, so of course I’m on the floor playing with them. Next thing I can feel water being sprinkled over the back of my neck, I knew it was Nick Cave and I was totally overwhelmed /shy and wouldn’t turn around to look at him. (I love Nick Cave …always have. It’s not an Oh my god, I want to date him thing. It’s an OMFG this person is so amazing lyrically, he sings to our/my soul. Total fucking respect) NOTE : I never dream about famous people…ever Anyway, so I’m ignoring Nick Fucking Cave… here comes the water again, on my neck and back, sprinkles ahh how lovely it felt. I realise I have to stand up and turn around and face him. He helps me up. Hey, I’m still overwhelmed and haven’t really looked into his face. Next minute we are in the bathroom and he is standing behind me, I can see him clearly in the mirror. He spoke some things and then we hugged like long lost mates. I woke up. You could interpret this dream on so many levels, but I know what it means for me. Ahhh feels to good to write about it ! Now I’m off now to listen to the “Prince of Darkness” as he is often referred as. In my brain Nick Cave is so filled with light and raw honesty that it is fucking blinding. But shhh don’t tell anyone, The world needs light masquerading as the dark. Rock On!
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