I woke up, and saw snow. It was the strangest feeling... I was dreaming of kites, or rather, attempting to fly a kite.
Had a strange conversation about kites yesterday. Strange because it was something that I had not thought about at all, it wasn't even one of my favourite things to play, even when I was very little. Yet somehow, we chatted about NOT being able to fly a kite.
I remembered that I could never fly a kite. Let me phrase it another way: when I was little, anything and everything athletic did not happen for me. I couldn't run, neither fast, nor for a long time; couldn't throw; couldn't catch; couldn't jump high; couldn't jump far. So it followed that for some reason - and this was even when I ran harder than other kids in the park - kites did not fly for me.
There was this one instance though, that I managed to make a kite fly. It was high, high up in the air alongside other children's. Though even then, it was ever so slightly lower than the others, at least it was flying.
Perhaps it was due to that strange, out - of - nowhere conversation, that I dreamt of kites.
But in my dream, I was not a child, I was the way I am now. I got out of a car, in a country unknown to me. It was the strangest setting, because it was not bleak, yet it was. There were green, richly abundant trees everywhere in that park. Yet at the same time, instead of grass of a lush, green hue, it was mud tracks on the ground. Not a hint of grass, yet it hinted at the things to come. The mud tracks were neat and tidy, as if someone had just prepared it for the planting of grass. There was a track, not unlike the athletic tracks at schools, all around the park. As if the park was just that minute undergoing some upgrading, some improvement.
I got out of the car - I no longer remember now whether I was driving, but somehow that didn't matter - and, with my kite with me, I went and had a go. Again, the kite didn't fly for me. The scenario was exactly the same as when I was little. Good wind, energetic running, but for some reason, the kite was dragged, only one yard off the ground, behind me. In the dream, I thought, hey, it was exactly what we talked about!
I try to log all my dreams, either here on the blog, or in my trusted notebook. But it is not always that I remember to do so. So much to say, too much. But the journey into darkness with no guarantee of return? I will most definitely take that trip, but for now, I do not deem myself ready or worthy, to gain such privilege of insight.
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