My OperaDreams of February
Saturday, February 20, 2010 9:13:30 PM
I don’t know what has changed this month but almost every time before I wake up I have very lucid dreams. Not those dreams which you dream in the night, but those that you dream just before morning breaks, when the old day is already gone but the new day not yet fully there. It is the time between time.
So early that even they sky does not know if it should be pale or dark. Even the birds sleep and don’t sing. During this period of alluded time I dream the most vivid, lush and rich dreams.
Let me introduce you to my nightly world as my February Blog post.
The Three Gorges Monk
Softly my hand glided through the calm brownish blue water. It was not cold and not warm. Surely too cool for me to swim in, but I am a particular frostbite, others might have lots of fun swimming and diving in those rich waters. I instead enjoyed the feeling of the passing water and let the sun shine on my back warming me quickly. Slowly I raised my head and looked at the old sunburned plastic from the dinghy. I waited a bit so that my dream had time to slowly crystallize into form and object. Vaguely I understood that I was in a fast moving boat heading northward on an enormous river. To my left in the far distance towered high sandstone columns formed by wind and the sea aeons ago. Brown and ochre coloured they stood tall out from the waters. Their wild rocks over and over full of plants. Trees, bushes, shrubbery, flowers - all sorts of green. Large white and smaller blue and black birds were flying around those massive natural monuments guarding their nests, hunting fish in the rich water.
Behind the boat I was in, were four more boats that followed us in close distance. Three boats were full of people in ragged cotton clothes one was full of supplies. Water and Chinese food. Rice, bean sprouts, bamboo, shiitake, phu err and much more. There were also umbrellas, ropes, hooks, tarpaulin and other stuff which I couldn’t identify.
The boat drove into some smaller rapids and rolled around a little. I held onto a rope with my wet hand and raised my head further to take in my surrounding. The boat in which I was sitting moved rather fast in the middle of a large river, so large it looked like a lake. It’s size was comparable to the Amazonas or the Yangtze kiang river. Right after this realization I remembered that this actually was the Yangtze kiang, since the boats were heading to the Three Gorges Dam. Right after this knowledge was revealed to me I heard a warm, male voice talking to me in very broken English with a strong Thai accent. I am rather sure it was not a Chinese accent, since Chinese English accents are really horrible and bad to understand while Thai accents are just as intensive but much more punctuated so that is it more easy to understand it.
The voice trailed along with the water for a while until I decided to take a look at the man. His head was long and slender, not like a normal humans head but comic like elongated and almost chinless. His neck was ridiculously small and I wondered how it was able to support this big head. His skin colour was honeybrown and he had black or blue eyes. I wasn’t sure maybe they were black, but then the river and the sky was mirrored in them and made them blue. He had receding short brown hair that was so short he could count as bald. He wore a bright orange robe like buddhistic monks do and had two long braids of prayer beds wrapped around his chest. The expression on his face made me believe that he was a high priest with lots of concern and empathy for his surrounding. He talked about the Three Gorges Dam, and how it would flood the upstream temples, villages and ancient sanctuaries.
He described some of the upstream places, he mentioned the age old stone plates that mark the water level since thousands of years, he mentioned those nice pagoda temples and old script rolls.
While he continued to talk about the upstream treas
ures and how difficult it is to convince the government to protect them, the other boats came closer, now I could see that some of the men in the other boats had guns and rifles. I wondered if they were really going to convince the government by talking as one would expect from a Buddhistic monk. Just then the monk looked at me and said: “Sometimes talking is not enough”. Then I saw the TNT underneath his robe.
As you can imagine, I woke up then. [seufz]
I will add the second dream to this post as soon as I managed to write it down.
So early that even they sky does not know if it should be pale or dark. Even the birds sleep and don’t sing. During this period of alluded time I dream the most vivid, lush and rich dreams.
Let me introduce you to my nightly world as my February Blog post.
The Three Gorges Monk
Softly my hand glided through the calm brownish blue water. It was not cold and not warm. Surely too cool for me to swim in, but I am a particular frostbite, others might have lots of fun swimming and diving in those rich waters. I instead enjoyed the feeling of the passing water and let the sun shine on my back warming me quickly. Slowly I raised my head and looked at the old sunburned plastic from the dinghy. I waited a bit so that my dream had time to slowly crystallize into form and object. Vaguely I understood that I was in a fast moving boat heading northward on an enormous river. To my left in the far distance towered high sandstone columns formed by wind and the sea aeons ago. Brown and ochre coloured they stood tall out from the waters. Their wild rocks over and over full of plants. Trees, bushes, shrubbery, flowers - all sorts of green. Large white and smaller blue and black birds were flying around those massive natural monuments guarding their nests, hunting fish in the rich water.
Behind the boat I was in, were four more boats that followed us in close distance. Three boats were full of people in ragged cotton clothes one was full of supplies. Water and Chinese food. Rice, bean sprouts, bamboo, shiitake, phu err and much more. There were also umbrellas, ropes, hooks, tarpaulin and other stuff which I couldn’t identify.
The boat drove into some smaller rapids and rolled around a little. I held onto a rope with my wet hand and raised my head further to take in my surrounding. The boat in which I was sitting moved rather fast in the middle of a large river, so large it looked like a lake. It’s size was comparable to the Amazonas or the Yangtze kiang river. Right after this realization I remembered that this actually was the Yangtze kiang, since the boats were heading to the Three Gorges Dam. Right after this knowledge was revealed to me I heard a warm, male voice talking to me in very broken English with a strong Thai accent. I am rather sure it was not a Chinese accent, since Chinese English accents are really horrible and bad to understand while Thai accents are just as intensive but much more punctuated so that is it more easy to understand it.
The voice trailed along with the water for a while until I decided to take a look at the man. His head was long and slender, not like a normal humans head but comic like elongated and almost chinless. His neck was ridiculously small and I wondered how it was able to support this big head. His skin colour was honeybrown and he had black or blue eyes. I wasn’t sure maybe they were black, but then the river and the sky was mirrored in them and made them blue. He had receding short brown hair that was so short he could count as bald. He wore a bright orange robe like buddhistic monks do and had two long braids of prayer beds wrapped around his chest. The expression on his face made me believe that he was a high priest with lots of concern and empathy for his surrounding. He talked about the Three Gorges Dam, and how it would flood the upstream temples, villages and ancient sanctuaries.
He described some of the upstream places, he mentioned the age old stone plates that mark the water level since thousands of years, he mentioned those nice pagoda temples and old script rolls.
While he continued to talk about the upstream treas
ures and how difficult it is to convince the government to protect them, the other boats came closer, now I could see that some of the men in the other boats had guns and rifles. I wondered if they were really going to convince the government by talking as one would expect from a Buddhistic monk. Just then the monk looked at me and said: “Sometimes talking is not enough”. Then I saw the TNT underneath his robe.As you can imagine, I woke up then. [seufz]
I will add the second dream to this post as soon as I managed to write it down.
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