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Chelsea's cricket's woke us up at 4 AM. The chirps from her phone made her jump out of bed, but I woke up milliseconds before they were set off. My eyes opened to the moon, shining bright, shaped like a flower from behind the curtain. I can't tell you what I dreamed of, but it was adventure tinged for sure. Five hours before I was closing my eyes and watching a candle burn behind my eyelids. I tried picturing the flame as vividly as possible, but the picture moved, flew up and down, turned around defying gravity.

Someday I would like to sail across the ocean. We've become accustomed to flying everywhere, but that won't last forever; the clouds will fight us to the end and the atmosphere will compress the airplanes out of the sky. All the while, sailing will have been so forgotten, so few true sailor will be alive, that when we'll need to traverse the globe in search for other consciousness, we will be stranded, waiting for the star readers to come to shore. My eyes closed, I pictured a sailboat. At first thought, I imagined sailing through the ocean as a straight line over an unchanging blue map. Realizing my naïvety, I began to picture the most realistic needs for a sailing trip to China. Why not, my dreams and my imagination can take me there, even if a plane is taking me there in 24 hours. The sailboat bobbed up and down in my mind, and a cat appeared from under the deck. I'll sail with a cat. An adventurous one, unafraid of the dark depth below us. And what of food? How do sailors do it? I guess a dry storage of grains, the least perishable kinds of dried vegetables? But, I want to eat lots of fish with.... salad greens. So I set off my fishing line, and designed a hydroponic lab where all kinds of greens lived. (wouldn't it be awesome? I want to try it!) And so, the night rolled over the sails of my dreams.

Dream of everything you can possibly fathom. I dreamed of traveling to China and got all the steps to make it. I'm sure my star driven, hydroponic, cat-accompanied sailboating is just over the horizon. All the everything's that will be required for your dreams to come to reality will present themselves in due time. When all is picked and packed, we find that the journey isn't made by us, it is given to us. Chelsea, my dear friend, is taking me to the airport. She is laughing, amazed at the small suitcase I packed for the three months ahead. I scratch my head and laugh too, not because it seems impossible, but because it feels perfect.

Posted by findmywuwei 03:04 Archived in USA Tagged flying packing dreaming asheville imagination dreams waking_up

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