My Kind of Dream


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Foundations

I dreamed of a man that looked like Jafar in “Alice in Wonderland~Once Upon a Time”.

He was a Doctor, very intelligent and well spoken. He had a mysterious air about him that intrigued me.

He requested I visit him after meeting him at a cafe he frequented in the States.

He lived in Bolivia. I flew there into an unknown world. It was beautiful. He whisked me away on a romantic view of the city by way of his magic carpet.

I realized I had no interest in him and it seemed the feeling was mutual.

When I ready to leave I mentioned that we had not so much as kissed let alone been intimate with each other.

He told me to sit on the carpet and he began a story.

He said that LOVE was like building a house. First you laid a foundation which we had completed when we met and he invited me to fly too see him.

Second, the foundation must be secure, not flimsy made of sand that would easily crumble come the first storm.

Third were the floors of the house.They too had to be built very sturdy with beams of strong enforcers that would hold the house together no matter what troubles fell upon it.

Fourth the wiring. It had to be connected. This was one of the last things completed and it had to have enough spark to light the entire house from foundation too the roof.
The roof was the covering that protected the house. Without it all inside would deteriorate and dissolve.

He said Love grows, it reaches it potential over time like a beautiful work of art or musical soundtrack. It is not built over night, nor fast and furious. It is not a short-lived sexual escapade of lustful desires demanding fullfillment.

He looked off in the distance for a moment and then continued. A house can be filled with the most exquisite treasures found all over the world. It can have a tapestry of fruit trees, flowers and Cabana’s surrounding beautiful pond’s of Koi fish.

All these material things.

Still the house sits empty of respect, love and laughter.

He then asked me if I would like to build a home.

As I boarded the plane he said by the time the house is completed we will know if we shall live in it together.

Veiled Dreams


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I just woke up out of another intense dream. I went to the bathroom and noticed it was raining very hard, I could hear the sounds of it hitting the window pane.

The dream dissipated as soon as I awakened.

I used to pride myself on remembering my dreams. I could wake and write about the dream and the more I wrote the more I remembered.

That capability is gone.

I do dream, I still fly, but by the time I’m awake I can’t remember them. Lately all l  remember is how strange I feel. It feels like I am going in circles and discombobulated.  Usually I am very tired and thirsty. I used to have very vivid dreams and a strong memory of them. Now, The Dream leaves me feeling very confused, in a weird, happy or benevolent way.

No flashes, no bits and pieces that I can weave together.

I am beginning to think that my Dreams are like watching a new and exciting show on TV. One that has no conclusion, no follow-up or continuity.

Technicolor Fragments.

Visions of our innermost thoughts relentlessly at work while at rest. Night visions that are evidently not material to dwell on nor interpret, analyze, or decipher in the morning light.

Check out my Dreams that I did remember once upon a time.

Dreams Vs Reality

Spirit Travelers


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….The look on my Dad’s face was stern and perplexed. My Mother had that half-smile with the bluest twinkle in her eyes.

It was mid morning. My younger sister and I had moved to New York City that summer. We had rented a small ground level apartment next to a bakery. The windows were covered in wrought iron. The ceilings were like those in a church and the huge skylights let the bright morning light shine into our realm; much to our dismay on a morning such as this.

Edie and I had went out the night previous. New York City Nights…We brought late night “Party Till” persons back to our place. The beds had been used but not for sleeping.

Going to sleep was not an option; as the parents were coming in on the morning train. Morning had already begun, as I sit on my bum in the loo contemplating the day ahead.

As I read some old news from our news rack, I heard Edie say “Do you think we could go BY a grocery and stock up on their favorites including Mom’s biscuits and dad’s sausage he loved”

This made me laugh hysterically and I replied “ Do you really think we can afford to BUY a grocery”

She did not seem as amused as I was.

The windows had all  been opened. Our over night guests vacated our castle just a few hours before. We didn’t want any lingering odors of smoke, burnt pizza or  other contraband greeting the folks bright and early.

My legs were numb. I had sat too long in the loo. The curtain to the window was blowing slightly. I could hear the street sounds and smell the bread already in the ovens. The morning rush of city dwellers and out of city subbers had begun.

That’s when I noticed Mom and Dad standing outside the window.

They had arrived earlier then we expected.

“A true spirit visitation dream supports the notion that a loved one is never far away, guiding and contributing to the life of the dreamer. It eases the longing for re-connection and inspires faith in an afterlife. Guiding souls are not on a spiritual platform above us looking down but are invisibly amongst us blessing us daily with their love and offering a helping hand.”

Quote above from unknown source.

The Drowning


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The water was turbulent
The color of ink
Murky and foreboding

I prayed for time

I jumped into the fray

Searching
My arms and legs moved quickly like tentacles
Hoping for a connection

I sensed her

Reaching

I held her

She panicked and flung herself from my grasp

I felt her

Slide past, descending into her watery grave of a dreamless rest

© Cynthia Martz 2013
4/27/13

Green Tea Blues


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I just woke from an afternoon nap where I was jumping into trains filled with food.

Just before napping I was writing in my food intake journal. I write down everything I eat during the day. Eating very healthy, no snacks, no soda’s, no bread, lots of fruit and fresh veggies.

I have lost, are you ready? One pound!!!!

I went to pour myself a glass of the fresh green tea concoction I made yesterday.

I did not have my glasses on. I was so thirsty.

I poured my glass, added ice and took a huge swallow.

I nearly choked not comprehending why it tastes so horrible.

I reached into the fridge to get the full gallon out. Just before I poured it down the drain I tasted it.

It was wonderful.

That’s when the realization hit me that the glass I had poured the tea into the first time had about 3/4 of sea salt in it that I had been using for my cold with my Netipot.

Tea and sea salt is not a good taste sensation.

Recipe for Iced Green Tea Concentrate

4 Large Iced Tea sized Green tea bags (Bigelow)

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or

7-8 Regular sized

3  Teabags of Moroccan Mint Tea (Bigelow)

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1/4 cup Real Lemon juice

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1 cup sugar

Several tsp. of wild honey

Bring the water to full boil in a filled quart size pan

Turn Off the heat

Place teabags for 5-7 minutes with lid on (Longer makes it bitter)

Remove teabags

Add lemon, sugar and honey.

Stir well

Combine with water to fill a gallon container.

Ice and Enjoy!

ID by Tattoo


I had a dream last night. It was disturbing. My identity had been stolen.  All of my personal information was gone. My purse, license, bank cards. I was left with nothing. Not even clothes on my back. I must have been knocked out because when I came to conscience I was naked, in a fetal position in a squalor of debris and mayhem. Nothing was familiar too me.

I pulled myself up and found a garment to cover myself. It was damp and rain was falling, a light misty rain.

I walked out into the street. Many persons were milling about. I decided I would find a police station and file a report. Without any means of identification on me they told me they could post a picture. They inquired if I had any marks or tattoos that a person might recognize. Perhaps they could acknowledge that I was who I said I was.

My name and Social Security number seemed to be of no importance too them.

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I told them of my tattoos and they took photographs and posted a bulletin.

This dream validated the purpose of my inks.

In this scenario, it was used to validate who I was.


Just Fly


Just close your eyes and Fly

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She said “Now I know there isn’t enough love on the planet to change someone who isn’t ready to change.

Now I can stop dreaming, wishing, hoping and wanting and just go ahead and fly!”

My comment:

I resonate with that one. You can’t change people. It has taken me a very long time to realize that statement.

The only person you can change is yourself.

Sometimes, you have to walk away from persons that you felt were the love’s of your life.

They proved me wrong, time and time again.

Dreamscapes


Listening to “Taken by Trees” Dreams~ from Other Worlds
I made a new playlist called “Scapes” :)

I know it’s Not a dream

The Sound of the Trees

I WONDER about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.–
Robert Frost

 

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©2013 Cynthia Martz

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Someone Else This Day


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I drink so much iced tea and eat so much ice cream, what is wrong with me ?

A few glasses of wine. The kitchen is a mess, the floors are dirty. Someone drives me cross-eyed.

I thought I saved a neat Irish song for my creations and realize I dreamed it.

This is what came from my dream…I was in a boat , the smaller attached dingy capsized and many mementos were lost. A small shark was on the bottom in the sand once we made it to shore. It was a large boat, many were on it.

“Do not linger on what you have lost in the deluge, but with delicate balance ride the oncoming waves of change with optimism.”

©2012 Cynthia Martz

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