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Another bicycle dream
I have just woken up from another bicycle dream.
In this one, I am wearing not lycra, but an embroidered white cotton peasant blouse. The day is almost over, and I'm almost to my destination. I am riding on a narrow road through the jungle. The sun has just set. Now, I know in my waking mind that in the tropics, after the sun goes down, there's hardly any twilight -- it becomes dark almost immediately. But in this dream it is more like it is here in the northern latitudes. The sun is no longer visible, but the sky is a brilliant, fiery orange. It is at this moment that the jungle clears. I am heading west. I can see that the road that I am riding on is alongside the bottom of a mountain. Across the valley, to the south, in a black sillouette, are the ruins of an ancient city, including a small step pyramind. Just a bit further to the south, more mountains loom. When I see this view, music comes to mind. In choir, we are singing Pablo Neruda's Canto General, as set to music by Mikis Theodorakis. It's this section of "Algunas Bestias" that plays in my head: Era la noche de las calmanes La noche pura y pululante de hochicos saliendo del legamo y de las cienagas sonolicentas un ruido opaco de armaduras volvia al origen terrestre El jaguar tocaba las hojas con su ausencia fosforescente El puma corre en el ramaje como el fuego devorador mientras arden en el los ojos alcoholicos de la selva* It's getting darker and darker as I ride, and I am about to re-enter the rainforest. I am looking forward to seeing the stars, and know it won't be long now to my destintion. Still, I know once back among the trees, it will be pitch black, and I won't be able to see a thing. At the same time, if I put on my bike light, will lose my night vision. I regret that loss -- I hate to do it -- but now, back among the trees, I turn on my light: a Cat Eye Opticube HL-EL 300. And that's the end of the dream. Warm Regards, Claire Petersky please substitute yahoo for mousepotato to reply Home of the meditative cyclist: http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm Personal page: http://www.geocities.com/cpetersky/ See the books I've set free at: http://bookcrossing.com/referral/Cpetersky *Translation: It was the night of the camains pure and teeming night of snouts emerging from bogs and from the sleepy marshes a dim clang of scaly armor returned to its earthly origin The jaguar touched the leaves with his phosphorescent absence The puma ran in the braches like devouring fire while in him burn the amber eyes of the jungle |
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"Claire Petersky" wrote in message link.net... I have just woken up from another bicycle dream. In this one, I am wearing not lycra, but an embroidered white cotton peasant blouse. The day is almost over, and I'm almost to my destination. I am riding on a narrow road through the jungle. The sun has just set. Now, I know in my waking mind that in the tropics, after the sun goes down, there's hardly any twilight -- it becomes dark almost immediately. But in this dream it is more like it is here in the northern latitudes. The sun is no longer visible, but the sky is a brilliant, fiery orange. It is at this moment that the jungle clears. I am heading west. I can see that the road that I am riding on is alongside the bottom of a mountain. Across the valley, to the south, in a black sillouette, are the ruins of an ancient city, including a small step pyramind. Just a bit further to the south, more mountains loom. When I see this view, music comes to mind. In choir, we are singing Pablo Neruda's Canto General, as set to music by Mikis Theodorakis. It's this section of "Algunas Bestias" that plays in my head: Era la noche de las calmanes La noche pura y pululante de hochicos saliendo del legamo y de las cienagas sonolicentas un ruido opaco de armaduras volvia al origen terrestre El jaguar tocaba las hojas con su ausencia fosforescente El puma corre en el ramaje como el fuego devorador mientras arden en el los ojos alcoholicos de la selva* It's getting darker and darker as I ride, and I am about to re-enter the rainforest. I am looking forward to seeing the stars, and know it won't be long now to my destintion. Still, I know once back among the trees, it will be pitch black, and I won't be able to see a thing. At the same time, if I put on my bike light, will lose my night vision. I regret that loss -- I hate to do it -- but now, back among the trees, I turn on my light: a Cat Eye Opticube HL-EL 300. And that's the end of the dream. Warm Regards, Claire Petersky Is this a sign I should purchase this light for my bike G Beverly please substitute yahoo for mousepotato to reply Home of the meditative cyclist: http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm Personal page: http://www.geocities.com/cpetersky/ See the books I've set free at: http://bookcrossing.com/referral/Cpetersky *Translation: It was the night of the camains pure and teeming night of snouts emerging from bogs and from the sleepy marshes a dim clang of scaly armor returned to its earthly origin The jaguar touched the leaves with his phosphorescent absence The puma ran in the braches like devouring fire while in him burn the amber eyes of the jungle |
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In article .net,
"Claire Petersky" writes: I have just woken up from another bicycle dream. .... Have you by any chance recently watched the movie, 'Cat People'? Jaguars, pumas and Cat Eye bike lights in the night ... It all has a feel of reverting to a wilder state. cheers, Tom -- -- Nothing is safe from me. Above address is just a spam midden. I'm really at: tkeats [curlicue] vcn [point] bc [point] ca |
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Claire,
I love your bicycle dreams. You're such a poet! I'd not dare try to interpret it because I don't know enough about you, but like your other one of a few months ago it seems to have to do with a quest at the borderline between worlds. Life and Afterlife? The Spiritual and the Earthly? You say twice "I'm almost to my destination" and you mention that you are riding West. Both suggest the end of the earthly journey. And then there is the forest which evokes Dante's famous "selva oscura", and the leopards and other beasts he meets show up through the Neruda verses. You pass mountains and a pyramid, forms that point heavenwards and are associated with death and transcendence. You pass an ancient, ruined city - our spent earthly history? As the sun sets and the forest clears, you anticipate with pleasure the sight of the stars - ancient tools of navigation and divination and once again, symbols of transcendence. But the darkness of the forest compels you to lose your "Night Vision" (spooky song by Susan Vega), and reluctantly to turn on your "Cat Eye". The cat eyes are already evoked in the Neruda poem and here they reappear. Cat is a very rich symbolic stream of its own. Naturally they represent Night and Night Vision, but also wholeness, integration of the subconscious, protection, witchcraft and evoke feminine fertility deities Freya and Bastet. So I don't know, perhaps the moral of the story is, we must integrate our animal side, the forest, the cats, to be protected on the great Westward journey towards transcendence. But it's your dream and obviously your mileage may vary. ;° EFR Ile de France |
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Elisa Francesca Roselli wrote:
Claire, I love your bicycle dreams. You're such a poet! I'd not dare try to interpret it because I don't know enough about you, but like your other one of a few months ago it seems to have to do with a quest at the borderline between worlds. Life and Afterlife? The Spiritual and the Earthly? You say twice "I'm almost to my destination" and you mention that you are riding West. Both suggest the end of the earthly journey. And then there is the forest which evokes Dante's famous "selva oscura", and the leopards and other beasts he meets show up through the Neruda verses. You pass mountains and a pyramid, forms that point heavenwards and are associated with death and transcendence. You pass an ancient, ruined city - our spent earthly history? As the sun sets and the forest clears, you anticipate with pleasure the sight of the stars - ancient tools of navigation and divination and once again, symbols of transcendence. But the darkness of the forest compels you to lose your "Night Vision" (spooky song by Susan Vega), and reluctantly to turn on your "Cat Eye". The cat eyes are already evoked in the Neruda poem and here they reappear. Cat is a very rich symbolic stream of its own. Naturally they represent Night and Night Vision, but also wholeness, integration of the subconscious, protection, witchcraft and evoke feminine fertility deities Freya and Bastet. So I don't know, perhaps the moral of the story is, we must integrate our animal side, the forest, the cats, to be protected on the great Westward journey towards transcendence. But it's your dream and obviously your mileage may vary. ;° I was just going to suggest avoiding spicy foods before bedtime, but your interpretation is good, too, Elisa. Bill "dreamt about bees recently" S. |
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Elisa wrote:
I'd not dare try to interpret it because I don't know enough about you, but like your other one of a few months ago it seems to have to do with a quest at the borderline between worlds. Life and Afterlife? The Spiritual and the Earthly? I dreamed a week or three ago that I was selected to help Julia Roberts on a bike tour across the country to support her book about Peak Oil. Or something like that. The absolute best part of the dream was when Julia, with those incredible legs of hers, came close to me, looked right into my eyes and whispered, "Take anything you want, big guy." Just the two of us, right then, with no inhibitions, walked into the bike shop and bought the best touring bikes and gear that money could buy. The worst part of the dream was battling the constant headwind and cold rain THEN discovering at the end of the day that the hotel room had run out of hot water. RFM |
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On Tue, 02 Nov 2004 17:09:45 +0100, Elisa Francesca Roselli
wrote: Claire, I love your bicycle dreams. You're such a poet! I'd not dare try to interpret it because I don't know enough about you, but like your other one of a few months ago it seems to have to do with a quest at the borderline between worlds. Life and Afterlife? The Spiritual and the Earthly? You say twice "I'm almost to my destination" and you mention that you are riding West. Both suggest the end of the earthly journey. And then there is the forest which evokes Dante's famous "selva oscura", and the leopards and other beasts he meets show up through the Neruda verses. You pass mountains and a pyramid, forms that point heavenwards and are associated with death and transcendence. You pass an ancient, ruined city - our spent earthly history? As the sun sets and the forest clears, you anticipate with pleasure the sight of the stars - ancient tools of navigation and divination and once again, symbols of transcendence. But the darkness of the forest compels you to lose your "Night Vision" (spooky song by Susan Vega), and reluctantly to turn on your "Cat Eye". The cat eyes are already evoked in the Neruda poem and here they reappear. Cat is a very rich symbolic stream of its own. Naturally they represent Night and Night Vision, but also wholeness, integration of the subconscious, protection, witchcraft and evoke feminine fertility deities Freya and Bastet. So I don't know, perhaps the moral of the story is, we must integrate our animal side, the forest, the cats, to be protected on the great Westward journey towards transcendence. But it's your dream and obviously your mileage may vary. ;° EFR Ile de France TWlight and coming darkness may mean the end of something, or the unknown. Also think of what a jungle means; thick, impenetrable, where you can get lost, or even die. Same with a forest. And mountains,which also point heavenward, are also obstacles- even if miles away, theymay stand in the way of your 'destination.' You're passing through the unkonwn or obscured on the way to your destination- whatever that is. Obviously something in your life. Maybe the sun is setting on one thing and you're moving to something else. ALso remember that quote from Death ofa salesman. "The jungle is dark, but full of diamonds." |
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