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zalena I dreamt I was in a boating accident off the coast of Cuba. I had a little floatation device with a whistle. The entire dream consisted of almost nothing but me floating around in the water blowing the hell out of that whistle and hoping someone would rescue me.
I also knew that because of my location and recent political developments (in the dream) that I was in a zone where either side was hesitant to rescue me because of political repurcussions.
As the dream was ending I realized it was all a memory, and that I had been telling it to someone (the girl with her heart tattooed on her arm, actually) while smoking fruit flavored Gauloises at a street corner cafe. I'd taken to carrying around a Nalgene bottle with a whistle, my passport, and some other items in it in case I was ever shipwrecked again.
This whole dream was especially weird as yesterday I had a moment of perfect solitude in which I was neither lonely wondering where everyone had gone, or desperately needing to be left alone. "I'm unmoored," I thought, which has totally different meaning than "adrift," which is what I would've said about my life even a few months ago.
Unmoored also has connotations of being emotionally unbalanced or disconnected, but for me it was this incredible sense of freedom, for a moment, that I was not tied to anything, and could choose my own direction. (Whereas adrift is a sense of being in a boat with no means to steer or propel it.)
I knew it would only last a second. Because the next question is a rather obvious, "Well don't you want to be attached to people, places, and things?"
I think we are meant to be connected, but times come in our life where things disconnect. We aren't always meant to stay. Sometimes we need new friends, new places, new purposes.
I also knew that because of my location and recent political developments (in the dream) that I was in a zone where either side was hesitant to rescue me because of political repurcussions.
As the dream was ending I realized it was all a memory, and that I had been telling it to someone (the girl with her heart tattooed on her arm, actually) while smoking fruit flavored Gauloises at a street corner cafe. I'd taken to carrying around a Nalgene bottle with a whistle, my passport, and some other items in it in case I was ever shipwrecked again.
This whole dream was especially weird as yesterday I had a moment of perfect solitude in which I was neither lonely wondering where everyone had gone, or desperately needing to be left alone. "I'm unmoored," I thought, which has totally different meaning than "adrift," which is what I would've said about my life even a few months ago.
Unmoored also has connotations of being emotionally unbalanced or disconnected, but for me it was this incredible sense of freedom, for a moment, that I was not tied to anything, and could choose my own direction. (Whereas adrift is a sense of being in a boat with no means to steer or propel it.)
I knew it would only last a second. Because the next question is a rather obvious, "Well don't you want to be attached to people, places, and things?"
I think we are meant to be connected, but times come in our life where things disconnect. We aren't always meant to stay. Sometimes we need new friends, new places, new purposes.
