It is an odd coincidence that lately I have been able to remember my dreams far more than I used to. Coincidence I say because it would also seem that my dreams have become more interesting than in the past. Obviously though, this could only be a reflection of the fact that I remember, by which I also appropriate more importance to these dreams. Continue reading “Dreamworld”
‘The Hobbit’, made into a wonderful movie by Peter Jackson, has been out for a while now. I have not yet taken myself to the cinemas to watch it. And this, rather interestingly, has managed to surprise a few people — and I admit it, it surprises me as well, when I think about it. But I have my reasons. Continue reading “Of Watching ‘The Hobbit’”
Indeed, they do. “They,” you ask now? What “they”?
I am speaking of days : no two are alike, and certainly some of them turn out in most unexpected ways. As an example of this claim, I would gladly bring today.
I’ve heard of people saying that how a day begins can be indicative of how it will continue. Nothing could be further from the truth, I dare say. This morning I woke up around five different times : starting at 3:30 AM (alarm clock), then 5:53 AM (no alarm clock), sometime past seven (again, accidental, more due to a bad song than anything else), and finally two times that were between 8 AM and the time just a minute before my next alarm would have rung (at 8:52). Now, it would be reasonable to say that all of this waking-and-sleeping should have killed any day in its infancy, but not so this time round.
Firstly, the dream. The dream was exceptional. I do not use words of this magnitude (exceptional) very often (indeed, I use them less than rarely), but of this dream I can say nothing less (and yet I will not describe it). Suffice to say, it was a form of peace.
Then, the morning continued in one way or another, but given I don’t remember much of it I deduce I likely read mail, checked the news, possibly even ate something — all those usual morning activities most people don’t really take an interest in, but which enhance the day and bring one up to date on what is going on : not only in the world and country, but also in one’s mind and house (or the other way round, if that be more aesthetically pleasing).
Some time after, I managed to get my bicycle out and get to work — which was somewhat better than last time, and yet there is room for improvement. Never mind that, had some fun conversations there and learned a few new tricks — and got back as well.
While coming back, a fortunate incident (named “planned cycle route”) took me past Eaton Park where people were playing classical music so I decided to listen to them for a while, and that’s what I did. Possibly not the finest melodies played (suffice to say, Johann Strauss was severely lacking) but it enhanced the day.
And now, the evening : in quiet it has passed, and that is for the better. It is good that Sundays can end quietly; for I believe that Sunday will forever be the end of a week, and not the beginning of one.
But the better a terms one ends it on, the easier and more pleasurable to start a new one… So, on we go !
A reminder that interesting things do happen occurred a few days ago — namely, while listening to a radio show about different places in the world and what’s there (“Kuula rändajat”, Vikerraadiost) I came across the notion of an inland delta of the River Okavango . Naturally, it sounded interesting and I thought to take a closer look, which led me to a picture in Wikipedia:
This picture made me think about the region even more, and check the other things on Wikipedia, which while not being the best source of information at least gives you something.
Midway through, I realized with not absolute but still good enough certainty: this had been a place I had dreamed of, not necessarily as it was in these pictures but close enough. I could somehow sense it and I believe that people who have had similar experiences know what I am speaking of here. The location on the map even almost matched what I saw in my dream (yes, somehow, either fortunately or unfortunately, some of my dreams do begin from a Google Earth view 😛 ) though there it was more personal.
And, I think that just as in my dreams, turtles live in the delta. At least that’s what another Wikipedia map says though it also places them into Sahara and Oregon so I’m a bit uncertain as to the accuracy of it. Nevertheless, it has made me think that I’ll take the time to read through the NG articles on the area (there were plenty by what I saw from Google Earth).
After all, aside from being the very likely scene of one of my dreams, it also is an inland delta. Hydrology demands further knowledge (!) (and likely has it as well, but this partial/future hydrologist does not yet).