Full Moon, Minus 1 Day

I was not going to attempt this. I considered it last night, but then decided I could not take a shot of the then-full moon and do it justice.

And then, tonight, there it was, around 10 p.m., peeking up over the house catty-corner across the street ... and I thought, hmmm, I will give it a few minutes and then try.



Full moon tonight.
Where are you?

: )

Yesterday afternoon, I napped. And it was one of those naps that totally pulls you in, and as I slept, I dreamt of a girl. Two girls, actually, and I liked them both. And they both liked me. One of them LIKE liked me, and she was passionate about it, and next thing I knew, we were kissing. Passionately. Publicly. And then she was off ... somewhere ... and I found myself conversing with the other girl. And this girl liked me, too, but she knew the other girl LIKE liked me, so she was keeping her distance ... but I LIKE liked this girl. In a different way than I liked the other girl, who then was sitting onstage, playing a guitar and singing.

The dream was more sensual than sexual, but I awoke with these intense feelings, as if the dream were real. And oddly, strangely (to me), often times when I have dreams that are even the least bit sensual/sexual, they involve a boy rather than a girl. Which, all things considered about my life, seems to go against my true nature.

And, of course, prompt all kinds of analyzations by my pal Tee-Hee.

Regardless, the whole dream thing makes me wonder: Are our dreams part of our collective experience? Are dreams real? Once we have had them, are they a part of us? Do they “count”?

And, as I have sometimes wondered: When I dream about someone real, is it possible that she or he or they are dreaming about me, at the same time?

Dreams
By Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac

Now there you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?
It’s only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
Say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

Now here I go again,
I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It’s only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
What you had
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

I adore Stevie. And Fleetwood Mac.

This morning, I played the entire August & Everything After CD by Counting Crows. Seemed appropriate, somehow, month-wise. Although I was not really paying close attention, so it didn’t “get” to me the way it usually does. Which is just as well.

: )