Category Archives: Dreams

PFF9 ~ Road Trippin’

Friday Flashback

Welcome to my Friday Flashback! This post originally appeared here on August 2, 2018, a mere year ago.

Travel Musings

In theory, I’d love to travel to a bunch of cool places ~ England, Scotland, Ireland, Italy, Israel, etc. ~ but practicalities always quench my wanderlust. First, the cost. Second, the time. Third, my migraines. It’s not only long plane flights that mess with my head, but everything about changes in my environment ~ food, sleep, weather, etc. ~ are pain triggers as well. I also don’t like to leave my furbaby. Right now, it’s an emotional challenge for me to go away for more than two nights in a row, but luckily I have a trusted friend to come over and take care of Gatsby.

I thought I had blogged about my idea for a post-retirement (and post-kitty) epic U.S. trip, but apparently I only discussed it on Facebook. My previous plan was to take train rides from the Pacific Northwest across the country. I’d see Idaho, Montana, Minnesota, etc.; then onto Chicago, Philly, and NYC; up to Boston, Vermont, NH, and Maine; down to DC, Nashville, Atlanta, and New Orleans; over to New Mexico and Utah; smoosh Yellowstone in there somewhere… basically see lots of new places, plus old friends (and meet friends in person with whom I’ve been corresponding for decades). But I’m not sure this is a good plan any longer, given the state of railroads these days. Dunno if I want to drive thousands and thousands of miles alone when I’m old, but…

I have this fantasy that after I retire (and after my kitty has rainbow-bridged), I could get rid of most of my stuff and do this epic trip in a comfy vehicle. But still… so much driving! Oww, my neck hurts just thinking about it. After the trip is over (three-four months, who knows?), I could figure out where to resettle in California, in a less expensive area away from the coast.

Be nice to visit Canada at some point too. That reminds me: I still haven’t bothered to get a passport after all that fuss to finally obtain my birth certificate. Yes, I am legal! I know, it was iffy there for a while, lol. But all this road-trippin’ is only a fantasy. It’s not like this crazy vacay would be cheap ~ I’d need to stay in a lot of motels and buy a lot of snadwiches. Not to mention gas!

The furthest I ever go these days is the Bay Area, which luckily is fabulous, and not only because my awesome daughter lives there with her awesome fiance and their awesome puppy. But mostly because of that.😍

I Dreamt I Was the Moon [flash 100]

I dreamt i was the moon

I dreamt I was the moon, distant and translucent, and you were my divine horse, my Pegasus. You sailed over the pink pearl seas, steady as a heartbeat. Lavender dawn enveloped the earth as you flew on, silken wings tirelessly playing the rhythm of our love song. You never left me crying in the mortal night, not when I was the moon, surrounded by eternal skies and tended to by stars. You forgot to bring lightning to the gods; that’s how enraptured you were. Your devotion drifted through me like a cloud, angelic mist, but no use to me now.

Song Lyric Sunday ~ Magic

Please note that I scheduled my Heart song long before I knew Jim was also doing a song from them! 😀

Jim gives us some supernatural words to work with this week and I went for magic, as in Heart’s “Magic Man.” This song was written in 1975 by Ann and Nancy Wilson for their debut album Dreamboat Annie and was inspired by Ann’s personal relationship with their band manager.

Cold, late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me
I never seen eyes so blue
You know, I could not run away it seemed
We’d seen each other in a dream
Seemed like he knew me, he looked right through me, yeah

“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“you don’t have to love me yet, let’s get high awhile
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, I’m a magic man”

Winter nights we sang in tune
Played inside the months of moon
“Never think of never, let this spell last forever”
Well, summer lover passed to fall
Tried to realize it all
Mama says she’s worried, growing up in a hurry

“Come on home, girl” Mama cried on the phone
“Too soon to lose my baby yet, my girl should be at home”
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, he’s a magic man, Mama, ah
He’s a magic man

“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child”
But try to understand, try to understand
Oh, oh, try, try, try to understand,
He’s a magic man, oh, he’s got the magic hands

“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“You don’t have to love me yet, let’s get high awhile”
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, he’s a magic man, yeah, oh

Video may be triggery.


Bubbles form and float in the deep…

Thought waves building as I sleep;

Jumbled dreams crash to the shore,

Tickling my consciousness

With the hiss of ideas

And ebbing away once more.

I wake in the dark and everything seems

Possible; I’m energized with the drive

To change my life today…

But I drift off with the waves;

My dreams dissolve,

As if they never knew the warmth

Of the fine sand

Or the infinite paths

Out of the swirling sea.

The Right Door [flash 217]

It was supposed to be my vacation. A long overdue break from demands, deadlines, and stress. But I couldn’t relax. During the mornings, I sat on the sand, watching the waves, my stomach a knot of anxiety. In the afternoons, I wandered through the quaint shops, where tourists tried to scramble over each other for bargains, but I walked away, uninterested. Why couldn’t I enjoy myself?

And at night came the dreams, each one more disturbing than the last. The dark corridor, the semi-open doors with a faint glow of light emanating from inside. But I couldn’t see what was happening. A vague sickly sweet odor. Fabric rustling. Moans… of pleasure or pain? I could not tell. I knew I had to choose a room, and once I made my choice, all others would disappear. But each night I awoke drenched in fear just as I stepped over the threshold of the one I’d chosen.

Except this night, the last one of my stay. I walked resolutely down the shadowed hall, the decaying fragrance stronger than ever. I heard fabric tearing, as if someone were ripping a bedsheet with their bare hands. And then in the deepest, most recessed alcove I found the right door. All my worry melted away as I glided into the light.


The Daily Echo

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.