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Showing posts with label Aphrodite. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aphrodite. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Under glass.

I was on a beach, but underground. I was right where the waves ended their life cycle and I could watch, from underneath the wave, its gentle foam reaching up and spreading over the sand... but the sand wasn't there, but it was there. It was like the beach was made of glass, and I was under it, watching all the goings on under the waves. The sky was deep blue, and I had to stop a moment in my dream and realize just how amazingly beautiful this sight was. How incredibly lucky I was, to see the ocean from this perspective. I could spy on people. Only I could see the beach like this. A man, I only knew from my dreams was there. He was crying, because he wasn't in love with his baby mamma and she didn't see him for what he really was. And somehow I knew I was supposed to restore some form of love back in his life, be it through me, or just helping him.

Patterns. Not just in my dreams, but also in my life. Where the eff do I go from there?

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Adverse.

Do you have those gods (or a god) in your life, that you have an adverse feeling towards? I do. I don't know how to describe it. A rebelliousness, that's it. An uncontrollable rebelliousness. He's popped up in my dreams as of late, after I had acknowledged him during a prayer. I respectfully told him he made me feel like a teenager to a parent, I want to flip him the finger... and tell him he'll have none of me. That I'll do whatever the fuck I want, and he can't have a say in anything.

And there he is, sneaking in my dreams... making me say his name, the fucker! And that strange fury crawls up my spine and inside I scream, "fuck you!" He inspires my Aries urge to fight against everything, indulging in madness and to take another sip of my beer. I feel his laughter as I try to shake it off.

And I've seen him slinking around in the peripherals of my dreams. A large black cat, stalking and lurking in the corners, waiting to rip the flesh from my bone.


They've all been so loud. Words in song change and they speak...


She said to me, "the sea is my church."