Category Archives: Dreams

Song Lyric Sunday ~ Cards

Jim gives us a gambling theme this week (lots of great songs to choose from!), and I went with cards and the Van Morrison tune “These Dreams of You.” This song was written by VM for his 1970 album Moondance, one of my top fave albums of all time, and was inspired by a dream he had about an assassination attempt on Ray Charles.

I dreamed you paid your dues in Canada
And left me to come through
I headed for the right way
I knew exactly just what to do
I dreamed we played cards in the dark
And you lost and you lied
Wasn’t very hard to do
But hurt me deep down inside

Mmmm, these dreams of you
So real and so true
These dreams of you
So real and so true

My back was up against the wall
And you slowly just walked away
You never really heard my call
When I cried out that way
With my face against the sun
You pointed out for me to go
Then you said I was the one
Had to reap what you did sow

Mmmm, these dreams of you
So real and so true
These dreams of you
So real and so true

And hush-a-bye, don’t ever think about it
Go to sleep don’t ever say one word
Close your eyes, you are an angel sent down from above

And Ray Charles was shot down
But he got up to do his best
A crowd of people gathered round
And to the question answered “yes”
And you slapped me on the face
I turned around the other cheek
You couldn’t really stand the pace
And I would never be so meek

Mmmm, these dreams of you
So real and so true
These dreams of you
So real and so true (but hush-a-bye)

Hush-a-bye, don’t ever think about it
Go to sleep don’t ever say one word
Close your eyes, you are an angel sent down from above

Then hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye, don’t ever think about it

Small Choices

Dawn kisses the edge

Of my dreams;

Already they’re fading,

Lost to the day.

The sky brightens

With a scheme of small choices,

Each seemingly insignificant,

But any one could create

A surprise new pathway.

Was there something

I should have remembered?

I chase the last molecules

Of the night’s revels,

But they’re wisps on the wind,

Dancing out to the stars,

Perfect gone ghosts,

Too insubstantial to matter.

I get up.

I wash my face.

I make toast.


Prompt provided from the Daily Echo

Favorite Summer Memory [dating story]

It was still technically summer when I met him, though just barely. One of the hottest days ever, over 100 degrees, even at the beach. You may wonder why I consider this such a great memory, since it marks the start of my spiral down, but the day stands alone, beautiful and shimmering, alive with the promise of something wonderful.

I had been sick for a month and couldn’t eat much, which he attributed to a mental disorder, and it’s true I have that as well. But it’s also true I had been ill, whether he believed it or not. Nevertheless, I loved meeting him, loved the way he looked and spoke, loved his gentle criticisms, of which there were many. But I am used to being criticized by men.

This was the second time I’d met a man at Skyloft. The first time had been a complete disaster immediately and I’d gotten lost on the way back to my car. I had spent two hours walking the streets of Laguna alone searching for my car that night. So, this time I took photos of all the storefronts on the way from my car to the restaurant. And like breadcrumbs, we followed them back.

This first meeting lasted over six hours. Brunch, conversation, walk, beer, ice cream, walk… He kissed me on the beach, in the sizzling heat, as the waves rolled in. I think I was still slightly ill and dizzy, and my whole world tilted from the chemistry I felt for him. He appeared to be likewise smitten with me.

But I don’t know anything about men.

I was so happy, for a short time, before the crash, before the year of darkness. This was one perfect, sparkling day. There were three more. And then it was done.


THW Summer Memory

Choo-Choo [SOCS]

Sometimes you’re chugging along with a nice train of thought, lots of clean shiny cars (or maybe even some dirty ones IYKWIMAITYD), but other times the damn thing won’t even leave the station and then, my friends, is when we have a strain of thought.

What’s the problem, train? Why won’t you goooo? I pace the empty cars, searching for inspiration, a lost photo, an old song, even the scent of a forgotten candle, but no. Nothing. It’s so frustrating because I have all this time, loads of lovely hours to write, but the train sits there stubbornly as dusk falls outside the windows.

I wash dishes, play with the cat, vacuum, tidy up my paperwork, waiting for the train to move its caboose, and then finally as I’m getting sleepy, bam! Off it goes into the night, ideas whizzing by in the starry dark as I drift off to dreamland.

That’s okay. These ideas are so spectacular that I’ll remember them in full clarity the instant I wake up in the morning. No need to get up now and make notes… 😴💤🌙

Question Fun a la Rory

Today’s topic is ………….. Creativity & Imagination!

What is creativity?

What isn’t?

Is creativity a good thing to have?

Until you poke your eye out…

How much does a mountain weigh?

On which planet?

If the wheel had not have been inventented, where we would be now?

Rockin’ but not rollin’ 🎶

How many books in the average library?

100 (average ~ C ~ 100).

Why do we wear shoes, l mean is it really important?

Yes, actually. You can die from a foot infection.

What’s more important, creativity, imagination or knowledge and why?

Depends on the situation.

Do you think that creativity is part of human nature or is it something that must be nurtured and learned? I mean are we born creative?

Born creative and it’s stifled by life’s drudgery.

What’s the worst name you could give a raccoon?


What the best name you could give your goldfish?


If you could curse someone – what curse would you choose?

Remember everything all the time.

If you were in the worst possible natural disaster you could be in would you survive?


What was your natural disaster then?


You have been tasked with the role of imagining a new government – what would you conjure up and why?

All women running everything. Why not give that a shot, since men seem to have made a mess of it and women are good at cleaning shit up.

What is imagination in your eyes?

Letting your thoughts flow freely.

Given the choice would you prefer to be creative, imaginative, inventive or self aware?

Inventive. I’m already the other three, but they’re pretty useless without actual physical talent.


See above, plus it would be awesome to invent something useful and make bank.

3-2-1 Quote Me

Di of Pensitivity 101 has kindly invited me to participate in this round, which is on the theme of inner beauty. Thank you, Di! 💖

These quotes appeal to the rebel in me. I appear to blend in, but so often I “fly away” to another place, a universe of pure words where superficial appearances don’t matter and only inner beauty shines (or not). The older I get, the more frequently I float off into daydreams.

Now I’m supposed to tag three bloggers to continue the challenge…

How about you!

And you there in the back?

And also you trying to slouch down and hide. Mm hmm. Yep. Gotcha! 😂



Crystal water catharsis

Endless soothing springs


April 14 Elemental Challenge

C is for Cocktail [A2Z]

Cocktail is a cute and funny romcom that includes serious themes as well. It stars Tom Cruise and Elisabeth Shue. Now, I know some people have a “thing” about Tom Cruise because of his wacky religious beliefs, but I figure that’s his personal biz. I’ve always enjoyed his movies ~ the first one I saw was Risky Business back in Chicago (snuck out of class to go to the theater alone), and I loved it! Been a fan of his work ever since.

In Cocktail, he plays Brian, a guy fresh out of the army who can’t get a marketing job because he doesn’t have a college degree. He accepts a job as a bartender to make money while taking classes, but ends up becoming a superstar bartender. Brian has a falling out with Doug, the guy who got him started, and he takes off for Jamaica to earn a bundle quickly at a resort. He meets two women. One appears to be his soul mate; the other appears to be someone who can help him rise up the corporate ladder.

Brian makes a choice. The movie explores the repercussions of that choice, and I find it interesting to watch even after several viewings. Doug is an important character too, and his on and off friendship with Brian influences some of Brian’s decisions.

This is definitely an “80s” movie! 😀

Rory’s S’mores

Another Guy Called Bloke Production!


At what point in our lives do you think we think we are good enough?

Speaking only for myself… never! I wake every day knowing there are goals to achieve and improvements to make.


In life, what do you consider beautiful?

Cats, poetry, art of various forms, nature (flowers, sunsets, birds, butterflies, etc.), and of course my family.


Do you think that when we dream, we can dream within a dream? But if you don’t dream, why do you think that is?

Yes, definitely. I have dreamt about dreaming.


How do you manage your stress or do you not suffer from stress?

It varies. I don’t handle stress well at all, so I try to eliminate it at the source ~ this is why I gave up dating, where others persevere through unpleasantness. I can’t tolerate the bad. It literally makes me sick. But some things can’t be helped; stuff appears out of the blue. I will get physically ill and have to deal with that. I’ll get migraines and take medicine. My sleep will suffer. Etc. I severely manage down interactions with people so that my stress is minimized.


Are there things or maybe just one thing you wish to achieve before you die?

I did want to have success as a writer, but I don’t see that happening. I’m not talented enough, nor do I have the patience to endlessly slog away on a novel anymore when I can get instant feedback via short blog posts.


Some experience many things during their lifetimes, but do you think there is something that everyone should experience at least once?



Are you afriad to be different? To stand out from the crowd, to push away your peers if needs be and say “I am ME!”

No. I’m more afraid of being one of them, though generally I blend in wherever I go, at least superficially. I realize that sounds contradictory, but it’s not. I blend in just enough so that no one notices/bothers me, and then I get away as fast as I can to be apart from them.


Which do you think is easier ‘to hate or to love?’

To hate obviously. Humans are all about forming groups and excluding other humans in order to hate and possibly kill them.

Pi Poetry (3.14159)


Cherry, apple, blueberry.


Is what makes it


I’ve always preferred graham cracker,

But I can understand if you love flaky traditional.



I miss dreams.


Talking realistic goals, but


Prancing upon glitter spun rainbows…

Pies in the skies and stars in my eyes.


Tagging Nova, who likes new forms of poetry