Tag: aspirations

Erotic Field of Dreams

Erotic dreams have been storming my nights. Last night’s was a doozy.

(Love the word, doozy. I think it originated with the Duesenberg, but I could be dreaming.)

It was all from a third person P.O.V., as if I watched through cameras. The dream picks up with me being at a place and this woman flirting with me. Dark of eyes and hair, voluptuous of lips and figure, she was tres provocative. The place seemed to be a residence where I was staying for a few days with others, for purposes that I don’t know. She was staying downstairs while the rest of us were being herded to upstairs rooms. Breaking off from the group, I stole back to her. She awaited me. That’s when the erotic part starts.

Afterward…

I was there to be a quarterback. This fact was expected. Instructions were given to me about where to go. I ended up in a well-lit building. Taller and younger than I am, I was dressed in a white tee shirt with gray sweat pants. Four other QBs were present. They were dressed the same. I recognized Ben Roethlisberger, Drew Brees, and Aaron Rogers. They each stood by themselves, throwing footballs to people I couldn’t see. I wanted to chat with them, but they were focused and intense. I started throwing the ball, too, ending up throwing at stationary and moving targets.

I did that for a while and then realized the others were watching me. We talked then in a sort of shorthand, with each of them visiting with me to tell me welcome, and then apologize for the hazing. One told me, “You’re one of us now.”

They left. I was alone, on a large field under bright lines. Exhilaration sizzled through me. I ran for a bit, and then threw the football more. The dream ended with me standing alone under bright lines.

I understood most of the dream, or assigned sufficient meanings that I can claim to understand them. It’s not that difficult. Most of us hope to be desired, wanted, and appreciated.

 

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Hello, Writers

Starting today with a visualizing exercise. WYSIWYG.

Visualize yourself writing. Completing the book.

See the finished book. See it on your desk, in your hand, and for sale online, and in book stores, on end cap displays, and tables. See it in the library.

Notice it in people’s hands as they go to their gates for flights. See it in others’ hands as they’re reading in the park and at the coffee shop. Hear it mentioned in conversations and discover it in reviews.

How far do you want to go with this? Detail your vision. Make it a rope that carries you through each session and day, through the months of processing and developing and into the sales and marketing arena. See it all the way through. Create it as your vision and feed your determination.

Close your eyes. Spread your eyes wide. Reach out and put your arms around a star.

Don’t let circumstances stop or distract you. Believe in yourself and keep going.

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Dream Elite

Today’s Dream Begins….

What does snow and darkness in a dream signify? In this dream, there was a steel and glass building that was warm and lit, a haven against the darkness and nasty weather, but otherwise, this dream had no sunshine, no light outside. It was always cold, windy, snowy.

It began with my selection as part of an elite element. We were drivers. I don’t know the dream background but everyone had a role, either as part of management, as someone attending the cars, someone working in the world, or as a driver. I was pulled from the masses to be a driver.

Then, from the driving group, I was selected to drive a unique car, literally the only one we had like it. Turbocharged, it was started differently – you had to select fifth gear to start it – and I drove it on different missions than the ones the other drivers did. This car had more power and capabilities than the rest. I was pleased, flattered and honored, but I didn’t recognize what it did to my relationships. I no longer had to go outside, into the cold darkness where wind blew falling snow, and the accumulation, which never melted, created frigid, difficult decisions. That’s where I’d originated, and it was the place of my friends and co-workers, yet they always had to go back out there and never had time to stay and visit with me.

As for the other drivers, the other ‘elite’, they also had missions, but they did their missions in large groups. I always went out alone so I never really associated with them, either. They knew me, and mildly resented me, because I was elite among the elite.

So I was often alone, in the warm, lit building, surrounded outside by darkness and snow, where people waited, watching others go off on missions in their cars, while I drove my car alone.  Management was always busy, rarely glimpsed, with few interactions. I’d been given my assignment and was expected to do this.

Tiring of this, not liking this situation, I tried breaching the groups, inviting friends to come in from the outside and talk, trying to join them outside, but not fitting in, resented because I didn’t really have a reason to be there, giving my car to another to drive. But he couldn’t drive it, which exasperated me. It’s easy. I shifted to shunning my friends on the outside because they shunned me. I gave management little time because they gave me little time. And I looked for a newer, better car. It was out there, and I knew it. I just had to find it.

So the dream ended, on my determination to find my new, more powerful vehicle, certain it existed and certain I would find it, recognizing as I did, that I couldn’t go back to being one of the others.

I had gone on.

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