"So I’ve been sleeping with this silence in my mind
And all I see scares me" - Lydia
Had a decent train ride home despite the headache it gave me. Oakville was so nice and warm I just had to go for a long walk, how I missed exercise! I'm so excited to go back to school and see friends again.
Had another strange dream - I don't usually put emphasis on them or their meaning but this one was really odd. For one, I didn't die, and I always die in my dreams, s'just how it usually goes. In this dream I was walking along a dusty road in a green landscape; the sun was shinning, it was hot but not overbearingly so. I came upon an old church, it's big stone slabs wrestled into the earth. The door was ajar so I walked inside - there were no images of the Virgin, no crucifixes or alters. Instead there was just a massive, overflowing arrangement of flowers and plants, spilling from the ruined church forward into the room. Then I saw on the floor in front of the flowers, facing me, sat a yogi - in lotus posture and in deep meditation. When I looked more closely I realized it was my face. I started in such profound fright, and woke thinking"Aha, so she is the one who is meditating me. She has a dream and I am it." I had an unshakable feeling that when she awoke, I would no longer be.
