Sometimes in a dream, you’ll go to a place quite instantly familiar you’ve never actually set foot before. Within that delusion you seem to forget all. You don’t know who you are or what you’re made of. Anyone does not possess a name. A single blink of an eye reveals three hundred sixty degrees of full undefined beauty. Unleashed definitive sensation abounds so dainty.
Close your eyes… feel. Streaks of blinding lights give the impression of an ethereal ambiguity. Refined luminosity amasses providence. Rays from poles fight the power of natural radiance. Sprawling towering sanctuaries silently witness some divine takeover. Nothing is left gaily untouched with shades of auburn blonde. Faceless smiling creatures whimsically thrive whispering some haunting name. Pragmatic grey statues and fake Totem Poles chant despondent sonnets. Frozen dinosaurs, flying white horses, walking black pigeons, and talking red dandelions cover every thrusting scene in absolute norm. Food hungers for you. Everything is edible. There are oily shades and colors in the briny breeze. Concrete brick pavements proliferates steamy booze and liquors. Music and noise are synonyms. Pain produces infinite laughter. Delight is a dire sign of sadness. Induced cruelty is a symbol of compassion. Cool fire stumbles on saline water. The serene ocean fabricates murmurs and lies. Stone assemblage tainted with angst from the angry sea tells the truth. Unexplained thoughts deliberately toil results. Unsaid words surrender understanding. You’ll want to walk in that place endlessly. In that dream where for all times you yearn to plunge in, there is an unexplained fusion of aggression and elation. You always see the beseeching heavenly body gracefully go down.
Entwine your glimmer in rhythmic beat;
Bestow caresses of unexplained heat.
Taste the brackish juice closer on range.
Lash me in bliss, cover me in orange!
For me dream are just like imagination where it runs wild. It may come in any form, any situation, weird moments and even in our normal, regular drift. No one could stop us from dreaming, others goes with it, back in slumber expecting to go back and know the outcome. Others do not wish to know and never even wanted to mention and wanted to forget, or no recollection at all.
Love sipping my coffee at sunset in Baywalk, Roxas Boulevard. Seems, coffee and the sun going down just kicks it flaming.
WOW!
My dreams are always colored.