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Wordy Dreams

 Most dreams are not in words but in inhabiting a deam-self who does things that are at an angle to the real world. You-skewed. You guys know what I mean. But I narrate my life to myself much of the time, with words. Nasty habit, but I have always done so. And it leaks into my sleep. Sometimes I wake and know that I have been dreaming in words.  Mostly I lose the words completely when I wake up.
A few times a year the taste of the words follows me into the day. But dream words only make dream sense. Even when I can grasp the tail of them, and pull them into day, I have lost what matters. Today I awoke with one bit grasped tight.

'Lumbar penumbra stratagy.'

Well. If any of you can make sense of that please let me know. I don't know if it is plans for a military invasion, or a new solution for backache.It has a certain beauty though.

In other news, it is fall here. Leaves are yellow and falling down. Here at the edge of the water we don't get the brilliant red and orange of the Berkshires. It is a more subdued and a thinner glory. But it is the one I know best. And now we can take Hazel onto the big beach by the Coney Island Boardwalk. She is able to have a good run. She likes to wade and chase the seagulls. I took some pictures last time but they are not any good. They are just an expanse of sand, a stripe of blue, and Hazel, a dot in the distance. Beach pictures are so hard to get right.


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Oct. 21st, 2014 04:59 pm (UTC)
Lumbar Penumbra strategy ; sounds like a plan to keep your back shaded, like a beach umbrella!!

I often try to grasp and remember dreams as I wake up. I treasure the ones that give me a taste of being with my Dad once more, or being in the cottage we had through childhood. Often times I post remembered dreams. Frequently there is a theme of "lost and late", connected to years of nannying where she would tell me to take the kids to 'such and such museum" and I would get only sketchy clues about how to find it (or get HOME again!!)

Most of the trees along the highway are turning and I love the contrast of reds and yellows and orange against the green pines! Out my window, there are still many green trees! I think the ones along the highway get colder, as they are exposed, not clustered.

You're right about beach pictures. There is so much visceral info to beaches and that is hard to capture; the sound of the shushing waves, the call of gulls, the feel of the sand and breeze and sun, the very 'bigness' of that expanse of sky and water and land.
Oct. 21st, 2014 10:33 pm (UTC)
It's not often that I remember dreams but the feeling you describe of trying to grasp the words before they disappear is exactly how I experience writing, particularly fic writing. The words seem to appear from nowhere but I have to catch them before they disappear. Sometimes they float around for weeks or months, even years sometimes, but other times they vanish in seconds.

I'm glad Hazel is enjoyed her beach :)
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