SonikaE

Dreams. Dreaming.

We all dream, but not everyone is lucky enough to remember their dreams. 

I've been lucky enough to remember many of my dreams, which, 9 times out of 10 are often cinematic in nature.

For several of them, I've put virtual 'pen to paper' (or back in the day before I had a computer, literal 'pen to paper') and written down, to use at some point in my creative writing.

Flying dreams, are the most pervasive dreams I usually have. Having had those on going since I was old enough to remember.

When I have flying dreams, it is a glorious and rather very transcendental feeling/experience, in mind and even in body. The share feeling of weightlessness, flying and/or soaring at great speeds or just simply gliding and then coming to a stop at will.

I'm not prone to nightmares (except if I happen to watch a zombie movie. "Zombies, man. They creep me out." - Dennis Hopper 'Land of the Dead')

Apart from that, in fact, I hardly/rarely ever have them, but I have had instances of 'dream vision' or Clair-cognizance if you will, where something I had dreamt (be it good or bad) has come to pass sometime thereafter. I've had enough things 'dreamt and come to pass' to know that I'm not going off the deep end. And the dreams are / have not only been about people close to me either.

I've dreamt of people I haven't even met. The good thing about it though is that, for each dream I've had which I suspected was 'not of the ordinary', I'd make sure to tell at least one other person about it. Thus, when said incident then thereafter happens, someone is there to confirm that indeed, I had mentioned about dreaming of it BEFORE it happened.

Lately, past year or so, I've dreamt of Tidal Waves. At least 5 times in the past year since 2012, I've had such dreams. Albeit I think these Tidal Wave dreams are probably more related to the emotional than anything that's destined to happen (i.e.: world event Tsunami).

A dream I had more recently, well back in May this year, was rather usual (for me). Different than what I have usually dreamt about.

In the dream I was some sort of sorceress. I cast my hands up towards the inky, blue-black night sky and low and behold lightning bolts emitted from each of my finger tips.

The bolts electrified the stars and shook them lose from their night sky blanket, and they began to fall. Millions and millions of stars rained down upon the earth.

We (myself and whomever else were present) had to take shelter, because as the stars fell they struck us and we discovered that they were like tiny ninja stars, sharp enough to do damage, albeit minor.

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Ah dreams! So thrilling and exciting. Like a movie of the mind. I count myself lucky to remember as many/so many dreams as I have over my lifetime so far.

It's been again since updating this journal. Well not "ages", but just a little over a year.

That's what happens when you're in too much a/o all over the place "social networking-ly" speaking.

In any case, so as not to leave this journal on "last years post" into yet another year, there's this:

My poem "Tattoo" was published last June, in the premiere edition of Dark Eye Glances.

Said poem can be read here: tinyurl.com/DarkEyeGlances.


This is their FB page: www.facebook.com/darkeyeglance…

This year my poem, among those from others submitted throughout the year last year, will be considered for inclusion in the 2011 "Dark Eye Glances" anthology.

I recently revised my original poem "Montréal, Mon Chéri".
Below is the revised edition. It goes in conjunction with my original photo (featured on the left) "Old Port, Old Montréal"
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In appreciation of my Montreal residing friends (and those who used to reside here), in dedication to this City we love and call home ! Happy New Year 2010!


Montréal, Mon Chéri

Ah Mont Réal, my Montréal!
To tell the truth
Today makes 6 years since I first discovered you,
And your pulsating presence.

The love/hate relationship
That I have with you
Is nothing new.
Saints and sinners
Residing under one "Royal" roof
Holds the proof
Of your allure.

You entice with your joie de life.
You entice with your sly, yet sweet come hither smile.
Then you steal away inspiration for months on end, for months and a day.

Held captive by your seductive summers,

Heat!


And your bustling inner city vibe.
Radiating with colours and

Beats!

Of urban, latin, jazz, rock, reggae...
In a state of barely there, almost undress sway.

Then suddenly, inspiration you'd return in some unique style.

Perhaps on a warm, neon bright night on St. Catherine or St. Laurent street,
Or when some fille or gar catches the eye.

Inspiration, come when may.

Perhaps from your eclectic cultural array.

Mmmm... such a mouth watering, cosmopolitan flavour to savour.

To close the eyes, indulge the senses and wrap ones' tongue,
Around.

And, your lethargic white winters,
Bundled up outside.

Or, better yet
Under the covers,
Hopefully, with a lover.
Keeping warm.
Sometimes six months of cold can seem so, very, long...

An unassuming island innocence,
Has almost all been erased
Par ta belle décadence.

Mon amour, loving you, c'est mon plaisir.

Montréal, Mon Chéri!

You are, by far,

La Cité.

©2010
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6 yrs - refers to when poem was originally written, back in 2006
Gar - short for "garcon" (boy)
Par ta belle decadence - by your beautiful decay

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Suenika

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