Nomad has dreams about things every now and again. I think my favourite one was when I dreamed in purple.
I dreamed of whales, really. Mysticeti and Odontoceti flew together as if one had never preyed apon the other. Yes, they flew. But only over the sea. If they came above land, gravity once again became a law, not a mere suggestion.
Whalefalls appeared frequently above the coasts. But nobody was there to really care, or cry for the fallen whales. I was the only human on earth in this dream. And the whales were the only animal. There was a surrealism looking at empty cities and the black forest not populated by birds.
The whales sang for the dead. And they sang for the living. Have you ever heard the Northern Lights? I'm sure only myself, and a few scientists who specialize in radios or astronomy have heard it. I swear, the whales sound just like it.
I myself flew over the Atlantic ocean with them. From Florida to England, and back again. The world seem so much smaller when you look down on it from the sky.
Everything was in a gentle shade of purple. It was easy on the eyes, and wonderful to look at. If colour had a taste, it would be sweet like powdered sugar.
I wish I could have this dream mofe often.
 Catuboduus · Thu Jan 14, 2010 @ 11:51pm · 0 Comments |
