A vivid blue, and the case of the missing professor
I had one of those long and impressionistic dreams last night...
The part I remember best is standing underneath the water in the ocean. The waves were strong and choppy - in fact, so strong that I saw them swallow a black car, scatter some large 'sea-monkeys' and suck some sharks into the depths. The sky was the colour of a moodswing. But under the water, the sea was a dark, yet clear blue, like an electric shock.
I was standing next to this underwater cliff, the edge of an abyss wall that spanned as far as the eye could see. And at the bottom of this cliff was a Meditterranean-looking ruin. It wasn't too far and I could swim down and almost touch the artefacts, the underwater walls - beautifully intact. Yet there was something scary about being there alone. Perhaps I had found Atlantis?
All this while I had in the back of my mind that earlier in the dream I had been taking lessons of some sort in a classroom that was part of a beautiful city, but the professor didn't show up for a lesson. We were all aware that she was of bad health, and when we reported her missing, someone rang a bell of alarm in the middle of the warm city, and everyone came out to search for her.
But then I was standing on the edge of that abyss, I mentioned earlier, and wondering which honoured teacher it was that had gone missing. People even came to ask me: "Is it...?", "Is it....?" and I couldn't remember who had disappeared or even a single identifying feature, except that that person was a professor.
And then I was alone again.
*** *** ***
I'm back in Melbourne... back at work... back with my Daeshy (... he cooked a beautiful dinner last night)
Perhaps last night would have been perfect had I not felt the entire time that something was just slightly off...
And I couldn't put my finger on it until this morning.
No matter how big the surprise, the sorry, the compensation is...
It's those simple little things that count, not the big fancy glosses.
A promise is a promise...
But I'm not angry... I just need to write, and to get it out of my system, and be rid of this stupid sense of disappointment that I only momentarily managed to shake off last night.
The part I remember best is standing underneath the water in the ocean. The waves were strong and choppy - in fact, so strong that I saw them swallow a black car, scatter some large 'sea-monkeys' and suck some sharks into the depths. The sky was the colour of a moodswing. But under the water, the sea was a dark, yet clear blue, like an electric shock.
I was standing next to this underwater cliff, the edge of an abyss wall that spanned as far as the eye could see. And at the bottom of this cliff was a Meditterranean-looking ruin. It wasn't too far and I could swim down and almost touch the artefacts, the underwater walls - beautifully intact. Yet there was something scary about being there alone. Perhaps I had found Atlantis?
All this while I had in the back of my mind that earlier in the dream I had been taking lessons of some sort in a classroom that was part of a beautiful city, but the professor didn't show up for a lesson. We were all aware that she was of bad health, and when we reported her missing, someone rang a bell of alarm in the middle of the warm city, and everyone came out to search for her.
But then I was standing on the edge of that abyss, I mentioned earlier, and wondering which honoured teacher it was that had gone missing. People even came to ask me: "Is it...?", "Is it....?" and I couldn't remember who had disappeared or even a single identifying feature, except that that person was a professor.
And then I was alone again.
*** *** ***
I'm back in Melbourne... back at work... back with my Daeshy (... he cooked a beautiful dinner last night)
Perhaps last night would have been perfect had I not felt the entire time that something was just slightly off...
And I couldn't put my finger on it until this morning.
No matter how big the surprise, the sorry, the compensation is...
It's those simple little things that count, not the big fancy glosses.
A promise is a promise...
But I'm not angry... I just need to write, and to get it out of my system, and be rid of this stupid sense of disappointment that I only momentarily managed to shake off last night.