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[kenjari]

I had a pretty relaxing weekend, doing not much of anything. Except cooking - I made soup, and biscuits, and meatloaf, and brownies. I went to anacrucis' party, which included some delicious carrot cake, with surprisingly yummy fake cream cheese icing (the secret is to add bourbon). Plus, I got to finally meet qualario in person.

Last night my dreams got wonderfully cinematic. THe story sounds a little melodramatic, but in the dream it came off more like a folk tale or legend. I was a young woman in a place that was supposed to be India, but an older India, maybe the early nineteenth century. I think I was someone of European extraction who had been adopted by an Indian family, or something like that. The time to enter into my arranged marriage was approaching, but I barely knew the man. He had red hair and his only apparent qualification to be my husband seemed to be that he was also of European descent. And from the looks of things, he had no real interest in me as either a wife or a person. However, I had developed a romance with a young Indian man. We took to meeting in temples and having hushed conversations during meditation sessions, with the occasional furtive gesture of affection. Incidentally, the temples were incredibly cool - polished wood, statues, flowers, incense. A lot like the temple room at the MFA, but with plants and sunlight.
Of course, I was found out. For mysterious reasons, this led to exile as a kind of caretaker/servant at a remote shrine/sacred well sort of place. I was joined there by a strange woman who took it upon herself to aid me in my tasks and to also help me formulate a way of finding my lover and having a life of my own. I knew full well that she was an avatar of a goddess (I think she was supposed to be Durga), but didn't say anything, figuring she'd reveal herself when the time was right. I woke up before anything more could happen, unfortunately.

Comments

[digitalemur.livejournal.com]

I want dreams like that. Where do you think it came from?

[kenjari.livejournal.com]

I think it may have been inspired, at least in part, by my wearing Indian clothing to the parety on Saturday night, and by my reading an article about Deepa Mehta's new film Water.
I often have very vivid, detailed dreams of that sort, although they're rarely coherent enough to make sense when written out like that. I get full sensory perception, too. In my dreams I can feel touch, smell things, and taste the food.

[signsoflife.livejournal.com]

What a wonderful dream.

[epilimnion.livejournal.com]

You should see Water. We did a sneak of it with Deepa present. It's an absolutely beautiful film with a great narrative. Also, Deepa is a really cool woman. You can tell she is very thoughtful and driven about what she does, which is essentially to probe Indian cultural traditions and history.

[qualario.livejournal.com]

'Twas fantastic to meet you as well, even if I was a bit sleepy and unconversational.