It is all subjective anyway..and somewhat political..eh? Besides the fact that society is fickle..so why in the hell would we base our lives on what is “in” or accepted today.

You have to go with your own heart! I would rather live with passion…god save me from boredom!

Now about
~*The cat in the Tree*~
it is wonderful…magical just magical!!!

Thanks for sharing your world with us Daz!

gypsy-hearts last blog post..Expand and Live!

Dreams are tools, sometimes they instruct and prepare us for things, sometimes they are wish fulfillment and often they are showing us what we have learned so far.

I think it is very important that you first of all remembered the dream, and secondly had such a richly visual experience.

One way to interpret the dream (I’ll take the liberty to do so) is to say that all the characters, are actually parts of you, your fears, your goals, your current state of mind.
Even the gross art was ‘yours’, perhaps metaphors for unkind thoughts you have had and the foul people represented the fears of you becoming crass and jaded if you allowed the negative thoughts to continue.

I think the fact that it had a happy ending (hehe) was the part that was congratulating you on learning the lesson of being a positive person but not having to be a ‘perfect’ person.

We went into a big old beautiful Art museum together, excited to see the art hanging inside. But when we got in there, everything hanging on the wall was depicting horribly gross, violent, bloody, gorry paintings that was hard to even look at. There were people in the museum, looking at the paintings, they were sitting, perched on top of tin garbage cans and they were eating, sloppy, messy food, dribbling out of their mouthes,wiping at their faces with the back of their sleeves and talking with their mouthes full, jeering and gaping at the paintings. One old very fat woman, was dribbling food out of her mouth because she had no front teeth and throwing orange peels and garbage at the art on the wall.

I was very distressed and I wanted to cry and I kept saying to you…”Daz, I just want the world to be beautiful, I want art to be beautiful, why don’t they want to look at beautiful things? I just don’t understand why they want to look at violence and gaarbage all the time?”

But you kept walking through as if you didn’t see the ugliness at all. You kept saying “everyone sees what they want to see. We can see what we want to see, they can see what they want to see. Don’t look at their garbage, look at what you want to see and it will be there.”

So I kept looking and then we turned a corner and suddenly there was a different room and all of the beautiful art was in there and suddenly it wasn’t a room at all but it was the ocean. And we were standing on the beach looking at the shoreline.
Then I woke up.