Picture-In-Picture Dreaming June 23, 2016
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While dreaming, I “woke up” in our home on the banks of the Chesapeake Bay and heard BFF say, “You might not have water aerobics today.”
Through the blinds, I saw nothing but blue sky and sunshine. “Why not?”
“There’s an odd cloud formation tap dancing over the water and it’s headed this way.”
I opened the blinds more fully. My brain went to Full Alert when it saw a tornado the size of Kansas waltzing toward us.
Oddly enough, I wasn’t scared.
Just determined.
I wanted to grab the camera and snap the juxtaposition of black storm funnel against the bluest sky I’d ever seen.
Halfway across the room, the wind caught up with me.
The air grew dense. I felt as if I were wading through water . . .
Making no headway.
I kept at it
trying
to get
to the other
side of
the room.
A task fraught with the same degree of difficulty as trying to reach the top of the staircase in one of M.C. Escher’s creations.
Relativity is relative, eh?
As the wind shook the foundation, my perspective shifted.
I let go of the desire to capture the events on my camera, but I did want to see what was happening.
Confined inside the house looking out caused frustration to mount. I felt constrained by my limited vantage point.
Where is Escher when you need him?
With that thought, a “picture-in-picture” screen appeared in the upper left corner of my dream . . . expanding my perspective to encompass the action unfolding outside the walls.
Awesome!
Settling back to watch Movies on Demand, I saw the house lift off its foundation and begin its ascent into the cosmos, no doubt inspired by Dorothy and Toto’s wild ride to Oz.
We twirled and whirled in the vortex until . . .
the house
tired of sailing
through the stratosphere
sans mast
settled back
down
on
terra firma
with a slight bump.
As we rejoined the land down under, the picture-in-picture screen provided expanded perspective . . . a balloon’s eye view.
Like a stray leaf tired of waltzing in the autumn breeze, our house drifted back to earth and settled itself in the middle of a basketball court.
Great. BFF’s been wanting to play some hoops!
Aah . . . that’s better!
No witches were harmed in the shooting of this dream.
Spirit Lights The Way 