Wednesday, August 03, 2005
My dream
I was doing this litte girl's hair. She was the younger sister of a girl who always comes to the Salon, she's about 10 years old, and when her 24 year old sister comes to the salon she tags along.
I was coloring it red and light purple. It seemed to be taking a long time and suddenly it started getting late and I was in this tiny salon it was like a little cornershop in a back alley. Suddenly I had to interrupt and go follow Jordan up bay st. I was in a big hurry though, because i knew i had to get back to rinse this girl off. Then, as I was coming back my instructor, Sherry was closing the shop for the day because it was 10pm, and thats when we closed. I appologized porfusely and she let me back in to rinse the girl off. The girl was suddenly Kaetlyn and the sister was Erin. While I was rinsing her off for some reason I couldnt open my eyes. I tried, but they just wanted to be shut. Once I was done, I was explaining that depending on where she parted it, one side would be red, and the other would be blue ( the color changed to blue now) and you could choose which colour you wanted to show more. As she was walking out in front of me I said out loud "Why are you so gorgeous?" And Erin agreed with me and said something about how beautiful Kaetlyn is. We went outside and they both climbed into my van. But then their ride just showed up, and it was sister hand. So they left with her.
I was about to drive home and then decided walking might be better. So I took these two sticks and used them to push me up with each step, and I went soaring gloriously through the air. It was so fun. It took me a while to get the hang of it and figure out the way I was supposed to go. I ended up going along a beach, and it was so sandy and had beautiful pools of green blue water. I thought to myself "i never new this was here! I have to remember where this is!" (during this time it was day again) Eventually the very pewny sticks snapped, but I realized that I didnt even need them. I just skipped and with each push off I went soooo high. It was so liberating. Suddenly the whole world was covered in a satisfyingly thick blanket of soft snow, and the night had a quiet reverence, they way it gets when it snows at night. I jumped up on the roof (because thats how high I could get) and climbed in through the bathroom window. Kyle was on the bed with the lamp on doing some reading. The fact that I came in through the window didnt even phase him. I joined him on the bed and he said "happy birthday sweetie, are you ready for your present?" He was about to read me a quote that reminded him of me by Ezra taft Benson. I said " I thought we arent celebrating my birthday yet" (when we talked on the phone last night he said that we were going to have my birthday on friday). Then the phone rang and woke me up. It was dad. I was curious what the quote was going to be.
How often do I wake up and remember that much of a dream? Sorry if that was boring or weird. It seemed so magical and happy to me, the way that I could soar home like that and enjoy such beautiful things around me.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 8:06 AM