Last night I dreamt that I perched myself on
someone’s beautifully manicured lawn in a beautiful leafy suburb. I unfolded a
chair and just sat myself down. Within moments an Owen Wilson look-alike rocked
up. He was skateboarding on the street in front of me, his blonde tousled locks
bouncing around happily in the sun. Then a blonde European tourist turned up,
(how do we know the background of people in our dreams?) and another, and
before I knew it there was a friendly street party taking place in the middle
of the day on some stranger’s front lawn under the shade of big, leafy trees. I
was recording the summer capers on my iPhone, taking photos of smiling faces
and the sun glistening on the bronzed shoulders of the European tourists. They
were skateboarding and dancing to summer tunes, smiling faces filling up the
lawn.
Before I woke up the party wound up in the ocean.
Owen Wilson’s doppelgänger and the blonde tourists were riding the waves.
Suddenly my nephew was present – might have something to do with the fact I
spend a lot of time at the beach with him – and we were laughing and smiling at
the antics of a few friendly dogs paddling around us. Dogs? Yeah I know, no
idea.
My dream ended among summer smiles and splashing surf, it
was the epitome of summer bliss as it is in my real world. I woke up realising
it was in fact still winter.
Me too.
ReplyDeleteLove your dreaming.
:-) x
It was a good one. Once a summer baby... xo
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