06 June 2005

Truth Will Set You Free

The following words were written down after I woke up this morning. The name of the addressee is changed. The rest of the correspondence is presented loyal to its original form.

annabell,

this morning i woke up (alright, a few minutes ago) and i remember that i had this dream that in it you (though looked a bit different) came to live in my home. you were with your road bike (a very beautiful one) and something else (don't remember what exactly now, the memory's fading, probably a big backpack or something). in the dreram you were from tajikistan or kyrgyzstan and you were a nomad, namely, you live wherever you go. you came to taiwan to take an exam or something. i don't remember that now. but i was quite happy in the dream.

then came another 2 guys that i had never seen in my life, they entered the house. they were tall and looked friendly, but they were the stereotypes of hollywood petty thugs.

i remember something else, but the images are vague and in pieces. i saw another girl that i met in iceland days earlier to my flight to copenhagen. have i told you about the girl? she was from geneva, but spoke very good english, comparable to my level. we kissed and spent 2 days together walking the streets of reykjavík till the morning that came to take me away.

i remember that i was in your room (or hers?), i don't recall nothing else (i know there were something else, but just can't remember them), you/her were downstairs, i was tying shoelaces.

that's all that i remember. just trying to write it down in case that i forget about it.

schuma

Know thyself, don't remember who the hell said that, some Greek dude maybe, doesn't matter. The point is I subscribe to the theory that dream is a powerful tool to open the door and according to what Stimson said in one of his lectures there're multiple levels and delayed meanings of dreams, so I hope that by writing it down I can review it in later times and probably get a whole new idea from it.

1 comment:

Yokhim said...

good idea, it´s always interesting reading dreams.

what? chased by a marshmallow man?! how come i have no dreams like that? i just finished 2 of my final term papers (after i don´t know for how long sitting in the swamp of books) and i would die in 5 minutes if i don´t eat something, hey uh would you mind borrowing me that dream of yours? ah, marshmallow...ma...