I had the most beautiful dream (aka Mylia's Hippy Love Post)

[Myliatronic]

There was a city, steeped in dust and dreams, and a feeling of coming home. There was a permeating, glittering beauty radiating from every particle, intensified by its impending transience. There was a huge metal duck. Quack quack, shooting fire from his head. And a giant fuzzy cat. Meow meow, I was riding in his paw. Duck didn't take so kindly to him. Shot fire at him. There was Kitty, at a loss for words, and serene Sea Turtle swimming by impervious.

There was a bitter french aristocrat spitting at me from her heart shaped trailer, and a neon red cyborg climbing the Eiffel tower next door. There was a blacklight stringsound jam out oasis, an 8-way teetering tottering firepot, a glowing lilypad hopscotch pond, an angler fish with sparkling teeth, a mirror mosaic fragmenting the dawn, a flaming hand, and mean Uncle Sam dangling the apple just out of reach of poor everyman. There was sangria, and wind, and me on a blinking mandala throne 60 feet above the ground, breathless, exhilarated, full of electricity. There was the voice in my head reminding me: Safety Third.

There were 100,000 eyes, full of love and joy and what it means to be human. Hungry for the 100,000,000 amazing sights surrounding them. There were sounds, beats, rhythms, all flavors of music, oozing from a thousand sources, melting together at the edges in perfect chaotic seams. There was a voice, high and clear, from the toned lungs of an opera singer, converging with the heartbeats of 6 mixers worth of techno and a belligerent bellowing bullhorn; somewhere in the distance an accordion, the din of a rowdy afternoon bar, a tarp flapping softly in the breeze, and a hundred other noises stitched into a patchwork of soundscape my ears will always treasure. There was bass, heavy and viscous, rumbling in toward the core calling for movement. There was my body, a humble fluid conduit, and the music, consuming me, dissolving into it.

There was the sun, infusing everything with a warm liquid gold that seeps gently even into the darkest places. There was a blue melting interim twilight, thick with anticipation. There was a black star-dusted canvas adorned with forms of every color and texture of light, dancing and morphing on a vast and vibrant horizon. There was an excitement, a swirling in the chest, a feeling that it all might just explode in a massive shower of rainbow sparks. And there was a calmness, a gentle filling contentment, a stark and quiet understanding that each moment is perfect if you only say yes to it. And there was us, saying yes.

There was fire, everywhere fire. Sprouting from the metallic petals of huge mechanical flowers, bursting from the hands of valiant helmet-clad firemen, spinning in fluid arcs around fluent bodies, flames from ducks and robots and fish and pirate ships and insects, synched to heartbeats, tribal drumbeats, accenting the concentric outlines of the city and punctuating basslines; consuming aztec pyramids, skyscrapers, sacred temples, and a man, a giant man burning to the ground in a grand celebration of impermanence, transformation, immediacy, chaos, flames consuming all that was and making room for what will be, lighting the movements of dancers and lovers and warriors and mothers, everything aflame, even water.

There was bliss, lust, surrender, laughter, tears, nourishment, intensity, clarity, softness, heat, spontaneity, indulgence, song, dance, joy, connection, movement, stillness, vastness, openness, simplicity, chaos, growth and love. There was an intricate rustling temple of our most sacred outpourings, devoured by great columns of flame mirroring the intensity of our tears. There were whirlwinds of smoke, releasing our lost ones to the sky, our hopes and sorrows, wishes and dreams, aches and loss finding flight on the smoky swirling wind. There were our hearts, stretched full and aching, bathed in fire. There was the national anthem, sung sweet and solemn, heartfelt and hopeful and meaning more than it ever has before amidst the evaporating tears and flaming embers.

And there was the dust. All immersive, sometimes swelling to fill all space and sight, homogenizing everything in its reach and rendering us all the same, raw and human, small and fragile, resilient and radiant, built of dust and light, embracing this gift of life, this moment, to share, unified in a wash of white.



...I awoke with dust in my clothes. In my hair and skin and lungs and shoes, infused in my soul, and I felt full. I haven't washed anything yet.


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Thank you so so much to everyone who made this year what it was :) love you all dearly, see you in 364 days :)

[Samsa Bee]

I Support This Thread

a big fuckin fucko & hippy FUCK YEAH to love!

[missy]

Bliss, lust, surrender, laughter, tears, nourishment, intensity, clarity, softness, heat, spontaneity, indulgence, song, dance, joy, connection, movement, stillness, vastness, openess, simplicity, chaos, growth and love.

Hippy you rock those adjectives.