Cold in L.A.

With the weather being abnormal because its not HOT anymore and getting use to the holidays, which I find to be hard, I am starting to sense a weariness in the air. Not good, nor bad, just odd. I also find myself in a place of reflection and I am having trouble finding the words that fit this situation or a person that would understand or give me motivation to speak of it.

So this is what it reminds me of...

I had a dream where I was standing in the middle of a tunnel, and I could not see the end. At the end there was this bright light cascading over the darkness, which illuminated a path for me. It gave me the incentive to start running towards the light, so I could capture it. This felt like my purpose.  I don't remember well, but I know I wasn't scared or nervous. I was rather excited and thrilled that I was aiming for something. It gave me a sense of relief and hope, which made me feel happy. It was as if I knew that I had to be somewhere at a specific time, and it was my duty. Simultaneously, the feeling of being wanted and needed was manifesting as I ran for what felt like hours. Suddenly, I stopped. Quickly, the blackness swallowed me whole and the light dissipated into the center of my view. I was wrapped around the hollow, but comforting air. Eventually, I couldn't even see my own hands, and it was perfect. I floated for a while without any contempt or understanding of conviction, which made it easy to give myself away. I couldn't make up my physical appearance because the verisimilitude of my surrounding was all I needed to know of the physical. There was no reason to chase the light anymore because I was there with the light. What felt like minutes was actually a full cycle of sleep.  I woke up in a eerie mood the next morning, for I knew that this physical place was strange.... 

 

-J