#1.22.22

[dinacharya]

[dinacharya]

“self-mmmm”

[ricadiosa]

i dream of spending at least a week living in a castle.

fun fact: the palace at versailles now has a boutique hotel located directly on palace grounds. along with the option to have a private guided tour of the palace after hours (ah!!) so it looks like my dream isn’t too far-fetched.😌

[ricadiosa]

my best friend shared this with me while i was feeling quite down and dark today. it truly is a blessing to have at least one person who can inspire you to get back up again.

maybe this will help someone else who needs a lift. simply imagine her words being said by a loved one of your own.

[brianajungwirthinstagram]

Briana re-followed the 1st account & followed the second 🦋

1.22.2022

[nightmule]

In the dream I am driving late at night. I start in the town where I live but as I drive the roads get icier and things get less familiar until eventually I'm on a winding road through the woods with no other cars and no place to turn around or off of the road. I find myself thinking about the warm glow of a house with people in it, the warm glow of a home, and how lonely it feels not to even see that light spilling out of places as I pass by anymore.

Through all this I'm not sure where I'm actually going or if I'm going anywhere at all, I'm just driving. It gets harder to see and the road gets narrower until I go around one of the many curves and I hit something. It's like road gets worse and worse to drive down and then it just stops. The thing I hit appears to be someone's garbage bins which are now crumpled between the front of my car and the trees. I think I hit my head on the steering wheel or something because it's aching and I'm in sort of a daze. I look to the right and realize there's a gap in the dense, dark forest where I can see a little bit of the night sky. There's the rough outline of a house against the sky and I can just make out a figure coming towards me in the light that trickles from the windows. As she gets closer I realize the figure is a woman. She's saying something I can't quite make out so I open the car door and start apologizing for hitting her bins and saying how I didn't realize the road ends here but she only wants to know if I'm alright. I answer honestly that I'm not sure and she leads me over to a patio table and chairs to sit down.

At this point I realize two things. First, it's no longer winter. Second, the sky is the pale lavender of dawn and there's enough light that I can really see now. The woman has the sort of smooth, ageless, homogenous beauty of the super rich. She's wearing silky pajamas and fuzzy slippers and a woven dressing gown all in shades of silver and taupe, not a hair out of place despite me waking her up. The extremely large house and pool we're sitting next to confirm my impression of wealth. I don't remember being asked to come inside, but suddenly there I was with a bandage on my head, wearing one of her silvery pajama sets as she explained they always wore pajamas when her husband wasn't home. She introduces me to "the girls" aka her two young stepdaughters and their live-in nanny, a young woman with a square face and white-blonde hair named Juliana. I never learn the first woman's name so I'll call her The Wife.

The Wife immediately welcomes me into their home and their life, insisting that she can take care of me until I'm well enough to drive because she was in medical school before she was married. We spend the days making homemade waffles for breakfast, watching the girls play in the pool, and having classic movie nights. It was like getting to have an idyllic childhood summer vacation as an adult. Juliana was quiet, in fact I don't remember her saying anything at all. The Wife was warm and friendly and welcoming. She talked a lot about her husband; how he was gone a lot for work, how his first wife passed away shortly after the girls wete born, how she never thought she'd be a stay at home mom but she fell in love with him and his daughters and dropped out of med school to spend as much time with them as she could. The strange thing was I couldn't find a single trace of him in the house. No men's clothes in the closet or men's shoes by the door. No family pictures anywhere. There was nothing in the house to suggest another person lived there, let alone a man. As time passed I had healed and started to ask about getting my car fixed. Anytime I mentioned leaving The Wife would come up with some excuse why I couldn't or change the subject or distract me with some fun spontaneous activity. It started to feel like when Circe doesn't want Odysseus to leave her island in the Odyssey. A pleasant prison but a prison nonetheless.

[purenumbers]

1/22/22

1 = 22 / 22 

Also:

1 * 22 = 22

Also:

(1 + 2)! = 2 + 2 + 2