dream more

may love peace and music be the message and the messengers through all times, for all countries, and all cultures.
enjoy this warm, and cozy night, the stars and the moon outside…
the smell of the sea is the smell of joy;
the sound of the waves is the sound of freedom, and the touch of the warm sound is the touch of coziness.

the only way is just to live the moment,
not to b engrossed in the past,
or to b worried about the future.

just stop thinking right now

lose yourself,
lighten your heart,
open your mind to experience true life.

love is the key
love is the answer

from ‘private session’ (lovers lane)

what i would want to do if financial resources were unlimited.

darn it… i so got used to thinking that i’d always have to Vork und Vork und Vork und…

u get the picture.

once upon a time i thought i wanted to travel the world, but recently i feel my vanderlust has been asleep. what else then?

perhaps i’d like to learn to draw? perhaps i’d like to have a big garden and tend to it?

i think i’d like to see and help things and people grow around me, whatever that means.

i need to give this more thought though.

and i realized then that i didn’t really have ‘dreams’ per se.

i only had my plans which consisted of things that i wanted and was in the process of achieving them.

one might b tempted to say that those were the same, but… no, they’re not.

i am faulty of wanting only that what i know i can achieve.

while this approach is quite realistic, it doesn’t really stretch my limits, and doesn’t really get me too far from my comfort zone.

i need to teach myself to really xpand, to reach for the stars.

that’s what i mean by ‘dreaming more’ – dare to want what is seemingly unattainable.

i used to nightdream A LOT. then there was a nightmare phase. then no significant dreaming, then dreams here and there, and that’s been the case in the recent months.

last weekend, in whistler, my first night there – i dreamt of a gladiator who just appeared out of the blue, amidst some innocent social activities of mine. he actually wore all the gladiator-appropriate garb, i think he may have looked like russel crowe and may have had the colorings and aromas that go with the job.

anyway, i was just somewhere, hanging out with my friend erika who happily chirped with some other people, when the gladiator guy came up to me, and without a word of introduction (which would b very much like russel crowe), swung me over one of his shoulders. then, to my surprise, shock and… that’s where the saucy element of the dream kicks in * joy and pleasure*, took me to his cave or something that felt like a gladiator-appropriate abode. there, i think (i hope), he had his way with me. i couldn’t remember any details of what happened after he walked into his fur-covered (love)nest with me joyfully dangling from one of his arms.

now – that was a good one. i’ve been studying and working like nuts, hardly having any time to stay in touch with only a small portion of my friends.

it’s not like i’ve been picking my nose and dreaming of a knight in a shining armour, or a gladiator in a less shining armour, to find me.

WTF???