Hi Leigh,
Thank you for honoring me with a “creative blogger award/2009″. The first thing I did, which you might have guessed I would do, was to try to trace its maker. A pleasant surprise it was indeed when I discovered that calliopespen, a writer whose work I have read and enjoyed on more than one occasion, had put the petallic pink Kreativ Blogger award into the digital makeover machine and flattened it into a delightfully minimalist blue tile complete with spell correction. Perfect! Are we blokes really that predictable? You bet. Equally pleasant, Leigh, that you passed this award despite the fact that I have failed miserably to review your “Passing Through the Ghost” and “Hope in the Well of Angst”. I read both regularly and enjoy them immensely. As I continue to read and understand the greats, I continually find new ways to read your work, particularly as I am becoming more familiar with the existentialists.
So you say I should pass this award on to seven other bloggers and divulge seven of my secrets!
Walking is one of my favorite dreaming activities. I usually seek out clearings in forbidden bushlands or scale dangerous cliff faces beside the beach. The sun is always shining. I once discovered a large clearing in the bush, with jagged rocks and railway sleepers strewn throughout. Bellbirds tinkled in the canopy; sun light flickered and danced among the leaves in the undergrowth while a newborn child lay silently and lifelessly on a moist, lichen covered rock. I picked it up and held it for a moment in my arms, and I hated it. I took it by the ankles and flung it desperately against the rock from where it came. It offered up no bone to break. It did not cry. I saw another child move, and then another and another. And I took them one by one and flung them angrily into the closest and sharpest rock I could find. I could not make their bodies snap or break. They did not cry. Not one of them! I’m pretty sure I didn’t feel disgusted with myself until I woke and realised just what I had done.
So you see? I can’t possibly pass this award on; given my history.
October 14, 2009 at 8:17 pm |
What an awesome dream. You shouldn’t feel bad about it – don’t take the message literally – it won’t have anything to do with babies or death. The ‘railway sleepers’ are a key image I would think – what does a sleeper represent (something hidden that may emerge). Babies may represent a new way of living, a re-birth. You may perceive the way forward as full of overt and hidden dangers. Look for the symbols in the dream. Say it out loud. Sorry to ramble but I love dream analysis.
October 15, 2009 at 2:17 am |
I’m Speechless….
I just you dig you man!!!
October 15, 2009 at 7:43 am |
Supercool. I also stripped your post of references to other blogs and threw them in my google reader. Love the dream, I once dreamt that I punched my daughter, turned out under analysis that I was protecting her because she was possessed by a demon who held her soul as data on a CD.
October 15, 2009 at 8:19 am |
Aha, very clever way of getting out of passing that along and telling all about yourself! So smart, one might think you’ve been to Canada and learned a thing or two. lol Oh yeah, stop eating onions before bed, they’ll do that to ya in the dream state, or you aren’t astral travelling in the right place. ;)