Dream before last.

The day before

I dreamt of swimming-floating through the, over the waters, through the mist fog swirling about my face and around me. It didn't swirl. Not really, it was cotton that surrounded me in a gentle womb-like fashion non-smothering all encompassing and music and I was moving forward. There was a horizon though, (how I could see one I an unsure) and cotton-candy flavorless fog. I tasted it. It. The horizon was gray blue. Deep blue about the line and gray without. The line where waters touched the sky was so dark. The rest was gray and the clouds were the gray blue-pink - the type that fade to black but the moments before they are extinguished they seem the softest leather or feather down. They swirled but I was surrounded by fog. The waved came, then ebbed then rose. It swayed and fell. Rolling, flouncing and I swayed over the mists over, and through the fog. Calm and peace. I felt happy to be there and to relax and to rest.


Yesterday, I asked a person what this could mean. I was told that I looked for security and found it in water while the wisps of all encompassing fog tried to swamp me. I needed a break and my sub consciousness provided for that necessity with its own version of heaven. I was feeling overwhelmed it told me. Was I am I? Yes. It falls through my fingers and lays scattered white papers across the floor. Words across a screen. So much I could do, would do, will not do.

how nice.