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[Feb. 4th, 2011|01:50 am]
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(A Chhetri woman in Dhorpatan, Nepal. Photographer: Bruno Morandi)
i am at the house i grew up in.
grandma is making nikujyaga in the kitchen.
it is late in the night and i hear my father getting up and getting ready for work.
i am in my bedroom in a bed next to another bed, where a man lays.
ive never met him before and i cant recognize him,
but somehow i know we have been good friends and that he knows me very well.
i ask him why he is here. and he saids i invited him.
but i cant recall any of the things he tells me.
things that have happened between us. all lost.
i feel a bit embarrassed.
we are chatting.
and at one point he lists about 8 traits about myself that are negative.
and 1 trait that is good.
and in my dreaming brain i concur with all.
bad traits i can remember are 'high pride', 'liar', and 'stubborn'.
(and the rest i cant recall. not even that one good one.)
we are outside the house somehow. still in our beds but on the lawn. still chatting.
discussing all that he knows about me.
all though i am still slightly skeptical because of my lost memories concerning him.
i find relief in him accepting me and enjoying my company,
even with all my faults and only one good quality.
we are interrupted when the man looks over my shoulder at my grandmother standing behind me,
she looks displeased, because of this stranger,
and because she has locked herself out of the house by accident.
i tell her dont worry.
i crawl in to one of the open windows and unlock the back door for her.
i then crawl back out the window.
the man lends me a hand, but i didnt notice, and we giggle.
and then i wake up.
but oh how i wish i can remember those good/bad traits he pointed out about me.
because in my dreaming brain they were so right on,
and it felt like it would be the answer to all and any problems i had in the past and future... |
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From: (Anonymous)
2011-02-04 10:35 am (UTC)
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不思議だね。あの人、誰だったのでしょうね。
いい夢見れますように（＾＾
so interesting - it's like the public eye on you, what the man is representing...
knowing so much about you (well enough to be in such an intimate place like your childhood home!), or having ideas about you - yet you don't know anything about them.
just popped up in my head reading this.
wish i could keep a consistent dream log! it's such a great space to "solve" problems.
yah. it was very strange.
i keep still thinking about it.
been having so many strange deep dreams.
sometimes i enjoy them more then my plain-real-life-awake-days. :p
i wish you could remember the traits too! i don't think the ones you remembered are true except that you can be stubborn sometimes but that is not something i would describe you as being.
in my 'dreaming head' it somehow all made sense.
like in some way maybe we all have a bit of pride and having to hide or lie about how you truly feel about someone/something you care about. maybe?
just in context it was very true and enlightening.
just made me wonder and think...
Maybe someday you'll suddenly remember who the man was. Then, maybe you will remember the traits he said about you. All this talk of dreams made me have a super fun dream that I went to your studio to buy one of your felt dolls, except you had this huge warehouse as your space and it was amazing. But I lost the doll... :'(
From: (Anonymous)
2011-02-10 05:05 pm (UTC)
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i think he maybe represents your spirit -- like looking in a mirror and meeting someone who has always been part of you. it is a relief to know that, somewhere inside ourselves, we know our self...
love and all good energies to you... | |
baibai_matane
