Dreams of normal things

We sat at the edge of the pier that bright sunny morning, the air clear and crisp. She wore a white dress with light floral prints, her head covered with a wide brimmed summer hat. Dragonflies buzzed from one bulrush to another, drawing attention from fish gliding under the surface. A lone fisherman sat patiently in his boat at the far end of the lake.

Dipping her toes into the warm water, her giggles filled the air as the ripples stirred the grass. Gently she brushed the strands of hair moved by the breeze into her face across her shoulders. Her eyes closed as she raised her face to the sky, her fair skin made luminous by the warm rays of the sun.

Letting out a gentle smile she opened her eyes to the direction of the swan wading at the other side of the lake. Their white and grey feathers glistened as they floated majestically like princes and princesses of fairy tales.

She turned her head to look my way, catching me looking at her with fascination.

"What are you thinking about?", she asked.

Now this is a little too eerily similar.

I didn't suddenly turn mushy and all romantic - I have just described one of the few series of dreams that I had a month ago. I added some poetic license to describe what was really a 'scene' or a picture of what I saw then.

These are the kinds of dreams that are unusual - they are so normal in which nothing is out of place like they would usually do such as strange people doing strange things that makes little to no sense. Everything was as normal as it would during waking hours. The atmosphere of the entire thing was like a picture perfect painting, everything was bright white - including her dress and summer hat - like a ... dream sequence in the movies.

Had a few of them in the same week, each of it different places and times of the day. One was in the park during sunset:

The light of the day has only begun to fade, the air has cooled down a little. We walked down the stone pavement, watching a kid play with the dog and an elderly couple walking arm in arms ahead of us. We sat down on a bench near the fountain (there might be a musician there) and watched as the sky slowly turned dark, saying nothing to one another.

Not in picture: people cursing the dog turd they just stepped on.

The other one was almost of the same kind, except the location is a little different along an esplanade during the evening. This one was a little more vague except that I remember feeling like it was in a French setting:

Music et al from the nearby street restaurants - along the river dimly lit by lamp posts with intricate carvings. A boat slowly cruised along its dark surface, the lights of the nearby buildings sparkling in the resulting turbulence. We leaned over the railing and looked at the magnificent view across the river, an old world building lit by lights shining upon it. At the very top was the round moon in a dark blue sky. Again, we said nothing to another.

It's a lot harder to find a fitting picture that I thought!

To the romantic it probably meant that there is something about this lady - I know this person - that my mind seem to find so captivating that she even appears in my subconscious.  If I were to be even more poetic, all three were part of a long 'trilogy' of sorts - daytime, sunset, evening.

But I'm probably more inclined to believe in the idea that all these are representations rather than absolute meaning. Like all dreams they usually refer to something in life that the mind is trying to make sense of as the brain rearranges all the memories.

A bit like a defrag that actually finish.

 One of my favourite things to do with dreams of such - vivid, logical dreams - is to recall them either by writing them down (this post) or telling them to another person using as much poetic language as I can muster, something like an artist putting his thoughts onto canvas - atrocious grammar et al. Would have preferred to compose a song if I actually had skills with the piano (or the wallet to buy one) or some art medium of sorts.

So did we do anything?
Yes and no.

"Can you stop freaking talking about football already?!".