color

My dreams lately have been amazing. Just little thumbnail dreams, really — a still image more or less, no story. To wit:

The two scars on my arm from an earlier surgery were glowing with a brilliant blue LED light, and the blue light was all inside me, leaking out through my pores.
The two scars on my arm from an earlier surgery were glowing with a brilliant blue LED light, and the blue light was all inside me, leaking out through my pores.
I dreamed the phone rang and someone said, "Asylum will be late today." Somehow I knew the green VW would be bringing Mexicans across the border.
I dreamed the phone rang and someone said, “Asylum will be late today.” Somehow I knew the green VW would be bringing Mexicans across the border.
I dreamed I was chasing an orange tiger through a green forest.
I dreamed I was chasing an orange tiger through a green forest.
I dreamed I was riding a red bicycle through Paris.
I dreamed I was riding a red bicycle through Paris.

Such brilliantly colored dreams — the colors were a big part of them. This morning I started wondering why I was having all this color in my dreams, and I realized these two things:

I colored my hair
I colored my hair
I put a lot of color on my skin
I put a lot of color on my skin

I can’t remember what came first, unfortunately — the new colorful tattoo, or all these color dreams. Whichever came first, the point is that my life is just so full of color right now it’s startling. And such vivid bright colors, too, full of light and life. I like it. I’m not really feeling so vibrant right now, or full of life, but maybe I am, even if I’m not feeling that. There is so much to look forward to: two happy hours this week, a friend’s birthday in August, friends coming for Labor Day, a couple of concerts, and at the end of September I’m going back to Marfa for a few days, to stay at El Cosmico, the same place I stayed at the end of March. This time I’ve reserved a trailer called the “Royal Mansion,” which is also colorful!

my trailer
my trailer

It’s good to have things to look forward to, especially when you’re feeling kind of low, as I am. This evening I’m meeting with a health coach — more on that tomorrow. I simultaneously have so many hopes pinned on the meeting, and no hope at all. My optimism makes me hope that this time I’ll get it all figured out, good and healthy eating, and exercise, but my 54 years of experience remind me that I do well in short spurts, then I go right back to my bad old habits. Anyway. More on that tomorrow. Happy Monday, y’all.

p.s. Here are some links I’ve been saving for when I have time to read them — shared, as always, in case any interest you!

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