Peculiar dream

I saw this hot air balloon dancing gracefully in the bed of artificial cotton candy clouds under a lilac coloured sky. It was as though it was swaying to the sound of wolves howling from Mount Talihina. If you wait until it was pitch dark, you could see elves practicing their ceremonial dance around a bonfire to invite the newborns from the kingdom come and when it was dawn, an old empty train would passed by from another town, floating on Lake Cabaria where diamonds would appear on the surface of the waters created by a flickering star above.

I pictured myself lying on top of the hot air balloon for a few minutes where I could day dream for the entire day and when it was at night, I would try to count the stars with one eye closed. For some reason, I began thinking that I was a 5 year old pretending to be a pirate while counting endless of stars illuminating. I would pretend that the stars were treasures in the sky, far from the deep sea ocean where it does not involved waters.

I have a fear of water since I was 8. I was at Frankston beach and salt water came rushing into my mouth then the next thing I know was lying down on a sandy beach. I believed the sun had saved me from drying out the water in my body.

I just remembered not too long ago, I was a ferris wheel carrying a bunch of fifth grade kids in my nervous system. All of them had cotton candies in their hands and were laughing so hard.....

Right now, I was lying down dried grass and 'The Cure" is playing on stage. As I got up from deep rest, droplets of rain starts to fall from heavenly sky. I felt I was struck by lightning and going deaf by the sound of thunder. Then, I started shivering and left the festival..forever.

Then I started singing this song my dad used to sing

Why are you so far from saving me? - Psalm 22 

Reminder

''Everything that you think is important isn't. Everything that you think is unimportant is.''

Bees and Sunflowers

I was at Chapter 9: The Talent Show of an undisclosed 1940s novel which I had stolen from an old fashioned bookstore at the corner of Claymore street, just opposite of Claire Street. The cover of the book was plain dark blue with the title of the book engraved on it in golden sunlight as ‘All About the Stars’, the pages were light coffee brown and had bright orange stains at the edge of all pages as if it had survived from a burning library. I pictured myself as a king-size bee succumbed to a pool of irresistible sweet nectar from a golden sunflower, having already read three chapters midway of a 4 hours train ride journey to the other side of town to meet someone special to me which I had not seen for years.

As I got up from my reading mantra, I caught a long glimpse of my surrounding in this old  train travelling to Doncaster. A grumpy old man was swearing at everyone at the end of the train, half of the riders were pretending to sleep so that others would not disturb them except for the ticket inspectors of course, there was a young couple kissing their hearts out under the no kissing sign, there was a guy speaking loudly on the phone in french because he had missed his flight due to the usual delay of the trains into the city and a group of kids who suddenly started dancing on the blue cushioned seats to a R&B song by a local artist played on the train through the ancient tech speakers.

Then I switched my attention to this bubbly little girl who started dancing where she was, beside her mother on the other side of the train just after she  had observed the same bunch of kids dancing but as soon as the group of kids left the train to their destination, she immediately stopped and sat down quietly without showing any signs of thrill. I looked at her and asked myself, 'Why do humans behave this way?', I wanted to tell her 'Don't stop, dance if you feel like it'. The special thing about mothers is that they have natural instinct to their children. I noticed the mother was keeping an eye on her since the very beginning simultaneously reading the papers about a politician who hung himself. The mother elegantly put down the newspaper on her lap and calmly took out her set of house keys that has a plastic flashlight attached to it.

She intentionally knocked the flashlight onto her right palm as though the batteries were dysfunctional and with that gesture, the lights perhaps will be brighter even before turning it on. She pressed the button and shined a ray of light upon her child as though it was a blessing, to make her child to feel better and ...it did. Her child quickly closed her eyes tightly and produced a smile so natural that everyone wanted it. 

The mother kissed her daughter’s head and continued to whisper into her daughter's ears ,  “If you can’t find the sunshine, then go on be the sun, Rosie”.