My Dream

If I had my way right now I would jack all this in ….get a little place somewhere near the sea where I could do my dawn wandering:D:D:D

Just a roof …enough space for the boys to stay along with any partners or offspring they may have ….a nice shower room and a wood burning stove …and a lovely garden like the Iranian old lady I once met …she had been a obstetrician and gynaecologist in Iran and had been declared an enemy of the state ….lost most of her family and had to flee the country BUT she delighted in her garden …it sustained her in MANY ways …not least in that she was pretty much self sufficient in terms of the fruit , vegetables and herbs she grew ….she took photos of her meals and the dawn rise from her bedroom window …..they were beautiful pictures …. ( I MUST get some milk thistle …I keep forgetting but she SWORE by it:D:D:D ….I’d have to have Wifi access too

It’s not MUCH of a dream really is it?

Maybe it’s my age ….I did a bit of ‘travelling’ in my youth …yes it would be nice to do more but it’s not the be all and all …wouldn’t mind visiting Japan when the cherry blossom is in flower ….Iceland too ….it would be AMAZING to see the northern lights and experience both those countries culture ….would ideally like to go back to India again …I’ve got a thing about visiting Jaipur at some point …AND Costa Rica to see the rainforest …Oh and ……..

But RIGHT now as I’m drifting off to sleep on a Sunday night ….I would forfeit the travel and just go for the little place by the sea ….ANY country …it doesn’t matter ….just nice to wander on a desolate beach in the early morning ….no traffic and siren sounds

10 thoughts on “My Dream

  1. I read much about individuals “dreaming” of an alternate life, or lifestyle lately. I know much about dreaming, not so much in looking for a more tranquil or humane place on this world – certainly not with what is going on – but dreaming of a different world, even on this one: a world of humans rather than the billions of humanoid caricatures now crawling all over it looking to satisfy their needs, cravings, desires, lusts, at each others’ expense and certainly at the expense of their eco-environment. To dream means that one is dissatisfied with one’s current living conditions and is not seeing any possibility of improvement except through “hope” – a pathetic, useless kind of comfort placebo. Dreaming means it’s time to pack, mentally and spiritually; to begin the long-awaited “lift off” from our bondage to a physical reality that has run out of fuel and reason to be. Dreaming means it’s time to leave and we’re no longer fighting it as hard as we did when our species was younger. There will be many, many more dreamers in the coming days, and many will choose “suicide” to follow their dreams, and this too we have to learn to accept, even and especially if that leaving is done by our own “loved ones” as they are called, as if there could be anyone anywhere who isn’t a loved one. The greatest freedom anyone can contemplate is the ability to leave one’s body for the call of a dream.

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  2. A most famous soliloquy on dreaming… with all its popularly quoted lines (copied from Wikipedia)

    To be, or not to be, that is the question:
    Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
    The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
    Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
    No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
    The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
    That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
    To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there’s the rub,
    For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause. There’s the respect
    That makes Calamity of so long life:
    For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
    The Oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s Contumely, [F: poor]
    The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay, [F: disprized]
    The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his Quietus make
    With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear, [F: these Fardels]
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
    No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
    Than fly to others that we know not of.
    Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
    And thus the Native hue of Resolution
    Is sicklied o’er, with the pale cast of Thought,
    And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F: pith]
    With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F: away]
    And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
    The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
    Be all my sins remembered.[4]

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