I’m feeling very philosophical today. I remember when I was quite young and my mother asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. My response was a little weird (hey – most of them are), but I told her I wanted to grow up to be a thinker – years later when I found out there were Philosophers in the world, I realised this was the profession I was looking for (and probably still am).
This twinge of my philosophical side must have emerged today because of a strange dream I had last night. I take careful note of my dreams because I often base my stories on them. Without going into too much detail – I was sitting on the side of a volcano that had been dormant for millions of years. It began to erupt and I could see the fire and smoke billowing into the sky above me. I knew there was a lot of danger to the position I was in and no escape, so I stayed to watch the awesomeness of it. It was one of those incredibly strong dreams – the type you know you have to remember. The fact that I’ve never had a volcano dream before makes this one extra interesting.
I’m figuring that my emotions are:
- About to explode, or
- Have already exploded, or
- Exploding as we speak (not an attractive image).
Either way, I’m hoping this erupts in an artistic way and not a destructive way. Volcanoes renew as well as destroy so having never been a destructive person, I’m filled with hope.
The family side of life is a little stressful. Hubby is going in for a hernia op tomorrow and father-in-law is going in for biopsy on Thursday. Living so far from the city means long drives for me on these days to and from the hospital. Did I tell you I hate hospitals? No wonder I’m dreaming of volcanoes.
In the meantime, I’ve been working on my ***Arty Bits*** and here are two of my latest attempts.
I love the little darker flower dude standing out from the crowd on the left of the picture. I called this
Dare To Be Different
The second one is simply called
Have you had any weird dreams lately – and are you able to interpret them?