Ask Alice. I think she'll know.

Gratuitous Blossoms. Just cause I found the super close-up feature today. The flowers are pretty too.

Dreaming of Sean Connery

I dreamed a wild adventure last night. I was a deceptively plain girl undercover agent. I wandered the streets looking at garage sales with my mother and mother in law. I would politely look at all of the junk people hope is your treasure or that you will just take off their hands.

We came upon a lady that was dressed in flowing apricot gowns selling music. She was asking me about what kind of places I would like to visit so she could match the world music for me to purchase. She pulled out this huge book filled with old maps. I looked at the Europe map and pointed some places in France, Iceland and various Northern European places. I noticed her hand rested on the legend. I memorized the code as I purchased BOOM! from Charles T.

I went to my professor's home (secretly my lover) Sean Connery. He was mad at me because I had left messes and he thought I was a loose cannon because I cared for him. He was an inventor and had invented Zilk which was a miracle fabric for spys to wear.

Yaddda Yadda Yadda

They tested me by sky jumping off a cliff to see if I could go on a world saving mission. I kept up with them getting out of the water and up the cliff again but the car they called picked them up but not me. So I failed. I went back to the head quarters of another spy where SC was hanging and found that my name had been leaked to the press "Eliza Doolittle" was my name. My spying days where done. So I lost a career and a lover. I tracked SC down in an alley and I was wearing a Zilk spy ensemble. Strangely he had little Zilk bat ears and he was ripped!

Then the phone rang. I can't believe I got to sleep in and dream a crazy dream of never saving the world.

66º North

I walked forward toward the blue mountains. The landscape spare, my body spare. My thigh is bone and muscle. The hip bones thrust forward sharp as razors lay my hand open after a gentle exploratory touch. The ruby red blood oozes down my hand over the middle finger. A drop of blood perfect and round slowly plummets toward the sand. The drop hits the sand and as the splash leaves the earth the sun illuminates the landscape. The sand around me blooms into gems red and green and blue. My hair is adorned in jewels. My body blossoms too.

I had this dream in college. It has rattled around in my head for all these years. I have always thought it was an unearthly place until I discovered that there is such a place of black sands and blue mountains.

It is Vatnajökull Glacier in Iceland. The sand is volcanic, I wonder if it glistens in the sun. I know that day old snow gleams like diamonds. I must visit. I have wanted to visit northern Europe for some time. I found these pictures by Annie Rhiannon's Blog. She is living in Iceland from a place like Wales, Ireland or England for who knows what reason, but she is quite entertaining. I followed her flickr.com links and she had beautiful pictures in a light that I often dream of. This is her:


This picture reminded me of the dream scape The lighting makes her look so open. The human vulnerabilities are there, so is the strength and grace. It appears almost fetal to me, as if this isn't the adult phase of life but only the beginning. Fetal photographs with light illuminating fragile fresh flesh. Perhaps this is just a primitive beginning part of our lives.

Moving Dreams

I honestly dream of bathrooms. When life is rough the bathrooms are gross. I really need one but I refuse to use them because they are beyond what is seen in Trainspotting. I believe those are dreams of frustration. Now I am dreaming of sparkling pure white bathrooms. I never need these bathrooms but I do notice how pretty they are.
The most recent dream of the perfect loo I visit a large stadium seating theater. It's not a movie I am interested in watching. When the reel breaks down, i go visit the film operator. The movie is back on track, but someone has taken my seat. I travel down the stairs and meet a friendly blond. I keep moving and find a table with some of the important ladies in my life, they are having a party I am not invited to. I don't care as by this time I have decided not to stay in the theater. I exit through the back. The first exit is a bathroom, which is clean, that has many toilets. I choose to go through the next door. It is a perfect clean bathroom with one toilet. I don't need the room so I skip it and start up the white staircase behind it. The rest of the dream is climbing up and up surrounded by pure clean white. A strangely enjoyable dream. A damn sight better than the dirty bathroom or constipated family of werewolves. I suppose werewolves don't get much roughage. Do you think vegitarians have more grams of fiber?