I Dreamt I Was Someone Else by MoonlitJade, literature
Literature
I Dreamt I Was Someone Else
This dream was so unusual for me, it still sticks with me today. I'm not sure how old I was when I had it I think I was probably still in middle school.
In the dream, I was mountain-climbing with a woman close to my own age, who I loved very much. I think she might've been my girlfriend, or wife, but I'm not quite sure.
The slopes were very cold, and snowy. We were both bundled up in several layers of clothing to keep warm, and were wearing snowshoes so we wouldn't sink into the several feet of snow below us.
After what was probably several hours of walking, my companion became exhausted to the point of almost collapsing. She di
When the land was still very young, and the gods and and archetypes walked among us, Sun, one day, was feeling playful. He called four tribesmen to a contest. Their challenge, Sun said, was to find Dancer. And then Sun said no more. Curious, and excited, they all went off to find her. The next morning, they all walked up to the highest point for many miles an east-facing cliff.
The first tribesmen had gone into his village, and brought back the best dancer he could find. She leapt to the cliff's edge, and fearlessly moved along it. She twirled, she jumped, sh
As I kept turning inward toward myself, and surrounding myself with things that spoke to me, a tiny memory, ever so slowly, rose into my consciousness. These folk songs, that sung of spirits of nature. I could so clearly envision a life where they were ordinary.
All the animals, plants, and every feature of the planet had its own vibrant life, and everyone knew. You could speak to streams, and they could speak back. You could sing, and the sky could sing with you. And the elementals seemed as numerous as the animals themselves. There were nymphs, and faeries, and many, many, other
A barrage of wills,
A cacophony of thoughts,
A deluge of emotions.
Can you take root?
Remember yourself,
As God remembers you
And stand tall?
Or will you be swept away?
I Dreamt I Was Someone Else by MoonlitJade, literature
Literature
I Dreamt I Was Someone Else
This dream was so unusual for me, it still sticks with me today. I'm not sure how old I was when I had it I think I was probably still in middle school.
In the dream, I was mountain-climbing with a woman close to my own age, who I loved very much. I think she might've been my girlfriend, or wife, but I'm not quite sure.
The slopes were very cold, and snowy. We were both bundled up in several layers of clothing to keep warm, and were wearing snowshoes so we wouldn't sink into the several feet of snow below us.
After what was probably several hours of walking, my companion became exhausted to the point of almost collapsing. She di
When the land was still very young, and the gods and and archetypes walked among us, Sun, one day, was feeling playful. He called four tribesmen to a contest. Their challenge, Sun said, was to find Dancer. And then Sun said no more. Curious, and excited, they all went off to find her. The next morning, they all walked up to the highest point for many miles an east-facing cliff.
The first tribesmen had gone into his village, and brought back the best dancer he could find. She leapt to the cliff's edge, and fearlessly moved along it. She twirled, she jumped, sh
As I kept turning inward toward myself, and surrounding myself with things that spoke to me, a tiny memory, ever so slowly, rose into my consciousness. These folk songs, that sung of spirits of nature. I could so clearly envision a life where they were ordinary.
All the animals, plants, and every feature of the planet had its own vibrant life, and everyone knew. You could speak to streams, and they could speak back. You could sing, and the sky could sing with you. And the elementals seemed as numerous as the animals themselves. There were nymphs, and faeries, and many, many, other
A barrage of wills,
A cacophony of thoughts,
A deluge of emotions.
Can you take root?
Remember yourself,
As God remembers you
And stand tall?
Or will you be swept away?
There was a time, not long ago, I would have given anything to be something else.
Ever since I was little I wanted to be an animal. It didn't really matter what animal, as long as it was an animal. Animals were beautiful effortlessly, it seemed to me, and oh so deserving of love, admiration, respect, and affection. I was not. I was less than perfect, unlovable as a little girl, and so I sought to be an animal. It had to be better than being a human, especially a chubby little girl who nobody understood.
As I grew, I centered my life around this belief, that it would be better to be other. At first it was unicorns and horses, then it w
Trying to remember the old songs...
My old songs.
Trying to go with the flow while swimming against the current?
Nearly everyone else's beat is so loud, I can hardly remember mine, let alone march to it.
May I be surrounded with reminders.
https://www.pixelovely.com/gesture/figuredrawing.php
I think I'll be using this a lot. You choose the amount of time it gives you to draw, and it gives you a random stock model. They have one for people and one for animals.
This is incredibly useful if you're like me and you're so perfectionistic about what you're drawing, it takes a few decades to put a line on the paper.
Litany Against Fear
"I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain."
- from Frank Herbert's "Dune"