Dream 1 – Turtle Dancing About a week ago I had a dream, a vivid dream, filled with very rich and clear blues and whites and greens. Amazingly colorful, and the sounds were so easily heard it made me long for something thousands of miles away. Lisa and I were on the beach in Nassau, Bahamas, just loving the sun, loving the water, loving each other, and loving life. Out from the ocean comes ashore a giant, tremendous sea turtle. “Hello,” this giant says to us, standing nearly twice as tall as me on shore. “Hello,” we said back. “You’re welcome to dance on my back while I swim,” the turtle said in his totally friendly, deep, slow voice, “but as soon as you stop dancing I’ll have to take you back to shore.” I held Lisa’s hand in mine, we stepped up onto the turtle, climbed the little hill that was his shell to the top, and started waltzing. As the turtle made its way back out to sea (never going too far from shore – gorgeous and long stretches of bright white beaches and palm tree shrouded huts were well in sight) music came from his shell. It was Just What I Needed by The Cars, repeating over and over but for whatever reason never getting annoying or stuck in my head like most songs, when set on repeat anyway, tend to do. As we danced, the turtle told us that the hexagon shaped tile on the top of his shell that we were dancing in was our boundary, and that he’ll judge our dancing as done the moment we step outside its edges. And that was pretty much that. Lisa and I were happy and dancing, the turtle, so friendly and big, was really enjoy The Cars, the weather was perfect, and I kept realizing that even though I was in a dream I wasn’t that far off from heaven. Dream 2 – Jell-O World For the past couple nights I’ve been dreaming (and speaking of it in my sleep – or at least so says Lisa) about a fabulous world made entirely out of Jell-O. Everything’s soft and smells terrific, everything’s edible and bouncy, and only a very select few special people are allowed to wander its streets. Lisa and I, of course, are two of the few people allowed in this gelatinous wonderland where everything smells and tastes like sugary fruits. Everywhere we went we could see on person alone, or another couple, but only in silhouette and very far off on the horizon. Aside from those faceless strangers a mile away, we were alone. Everything in this Jell-O World was very much like the things here in real life – save the fact that it was all made up of Jell-O. Yet still, leaves managed to defy gravity and cling to branches which clung to tree trunks which, in turn, were firmly rooted in the ground. There were Jell-O buildings, Jell-O parks, Jell-O ponds and Jell-O fish swimming in those ponds. Everything was translucent, like staring through wobbly hunks of oddly shaped colored glass. And it was always nearing sunset, for whatever reason, and the sun never got higher or lower in the sky. Even though some things were blue and some things were red, everything had an amber hue to it due to the sun’s, the Jell-O sun’s, somewhat low position in the evening sky. And all Lisa and I did was walk, shoving our hands into nearby Jell-O cars and Jell-O houses to pull out globs of Jell-O to eat when we got hungry. It was a simple dream, yet fantastic all the same. If you can’t find a mountainous sea turtle to let you dance on its back, I highly recommend Jell-O World. |
