What Dreams May Come…

Dear Orpheus,

    The rain is gently falling right now. There’s nothing better, and as soothing, as the sound of raindrops hitting the canopy of trees. Even if that canopy is a bit bare right now.

 

I imagine someday building a house somewhere near Babar’s Kingdom, between the land of Tranquility and land of Dreams. I like everything that’s contained on the continent of Wisdom. Don’t care too much for the land of Reason. Every summer I’d take off to visit other locales around the subcontinent. I don’t think I’d be much of an intercontinental flyer. I’d probably keep a second home, a place I could get away and write, somewhere in the Shakespearean Mountains near the land of Imagination. Actually, I think I’d be rather gypsy like, and never really settle down. I mean I’d keep two homes, but I’d need to travel a lot. Weekend jets to the land of Eros. Definitely lots of camping near Lake Da Vinci and Cezanne’s Vistas. Speaking of Cezanne.

Last night I was sharing with Cho about my project I’m working on. And plans for possible major change into photography And just general life talk. That project involving colors, mandalas, and cross-cultural symbolism. Of course, a cold front is moving in, so my head won’t clear until it actually rains. I don’t know why. I think this is why I was banished from the land of Reason. I’m a dreamer. A day dream believer. Only, there’s not too much room for my kind in this world anymore.

Still, this map is in keeping with the idea of surrealism. I’d say that’s definitely a term that defines the way I look at this world. Another one of the things Cho and I discussed. I guess what really interests me is the way other people view the world, which in turn is why I find art so interesting. Mainly music, the fine arts, and writing. I can hear, see, and think what someone else is feeling. On Myers-Briggs, I alternate between INFP and ENFP. I’ve known I teetered between extrovertism and introvertism. The NFP is in stone, the I and E alternate. (Try the Test) It has me pegged as a dreamer, so I knowI’d fit in the land of Dreams and the land of Imagination. And, I guess, explains my love of surrealism. I’m scatter brained today. Perhaps I’ll get to a point eventually.

Back to my discussion with Cho. Discussing the interest of knowing how others perceive the world. It is but one of the things we can’t do. We have approximations, through art, on how other people experience the world. For some people, it is meaningless to know how other people experience the world. I think this ties into what Amy and I talk about. Some people are nurturers, and others are ones to be nurtured. That’s where we share similarities. We don’t necessarily like to take care of people, but it comes very naturally. Perhaps as a result of having a younger sibling. Who knows. Anyways, I think those with a nurturing nature have an inclination to want to know how others feel and perceive the world, if only to help in nurturing them and creating a safe environment. Eliminating perceived threats. What not.

I guess the thing with nurturing is it helps, for Amy and me at least, to focus less on ourselves. I spend an awful lot of time thinking. Perhaps all the time. The whole reason this blog exists is my obsession with thinking about everything under, over and inside the sun. If you’re helping someone else, then you can focus on them, their mindset and what will make them happy. It’s just a shift of obsessions. There are some manner of things we can’t do for ourselves (change who we are), but there are actions we can do for others. Transference, really.

On the continent in the land of Dreams, outside Morpheus City, is where I reside. In a house I call Château de Rêves. With a poofy bichon frisé named Orpheus and a slate grey cat with cornflower-blue eyes named Baudelaire. And a lover to call my own. This gives me the idea for a short story I’ll need to remind myself to actually begin later on. This weekend will be good for me. Hopefully I’ll get up to Wilmington soon and see the Moon.

 

Signed,

Patrique