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November 2009 
What do you expect from life?
Posted on Aug 11th, 2009
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B.B.
B.B.
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for August 11, 2009:
Just before I woke this morning I had a dream in which myself and four others were excecuted, It was one of those dreams where I passed in and out of scenes never really grasping any particular thought just an essence of feeling.
I rarely remember my dreams maybe one in a 50,but this one I woke almost immediately after. We were sliding towards these copper wires,someone counting down from ten,I started to sing "This little light of mine" we all started to sing and about a second before the big fry I got scared I wondered if it was going to hurt and then I closed my eyes I couldn't bare to watch us die.....and we sang and sang and I opened my eyes and we were all there except we just weren't alive in the traditional sense anymore.
Then one of us spoke up and asked if this meant there was a god,and someone answered nope,as simple as that.
I remember that poster of the diner with Marilyne and James and maybe Elvis and I always thought that what was missing was Santa and God.
Saturday after noon as I was in the Metro I spotted a fresh strawberry in the corner by one of the seats,it must have fallen out of someone's basket or bag,it looked like it had that fruity sweat on it and was red red red,on the floor,the dirty metro floor it still looked perfect.
Sunday morning I took the same metro and sat in the same seat ,and there was the strawberry no longer the luscious little globe of yesterday but still cute and strawberry like,I looked at it until my stop how ridiculous it was to watch a strawberry on a subway car floor,ponder life,I got off and I forgot.
Then yesterday morning I got on to the metro and I sat in my usual seat,and I shit you not,there was the strawberry. The first thought that passed through my mind was odds are relevent when stuff like this happens,that somehow this was a sign ( I am sooooo cliche),and man do they ever clean the trains?
I don't expect anything from life per se,like Tharlam it tends to lead to dissappointment,like I need more of that,instead I trek along and try to connect with the view
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Mercy, what a dream, I guess I'd remember something like that too. I don't care to think about mine, too crazy to make sense of.
I'm glad you made it through your dream. Wasn't Bogart in that poster too?
That description of the strawberry was more brilliant than a photograph. I like the way you view things.
uuh, the view from here so brilliant, melady b is blogging again! : )
- and yes, I understand what you were saying now that I read about your dream. Did you know that the symbolic meaning of death in dreams often refers to letting go to make place for something new to emerge? It will be interesting to see if you experience another symbolic dream soon.
It was a memory feeling that image on the poster,I went to wikipedia which is my short cut to all things info,being a naughty girl,celebration of my double x's and the connection with the y's. and yes it was Bogart the only one who I felt didn't belong,explaining perhaps the omission in my memory,somehow I felt like he remained sane and all atoms plus ou moins intact
The artist name,until about five mins ago was new to me. This is a link to his home page and well he is for this moment new and piquing my interest.
Strawberries are the image of the word luscious for me,like someone looked at one and invented the word,l..u..s..c..i..o..u..s.All those photos of berries and the berry sweat and the almost possibility of being able to conjure up their smell just from an image,this can mean only one thing I'm going to eat some right after I finish here
Tara the most amazing friend anyone could have I believe there is a direct link to writing and my insanity/sanity,you probably already knew that ,and fear well it keeps on peeling off me like the remnants of last week's sunburn.