-Myst 3: Exile quote: "WHEN will you get it into your THICK SKULL that you DO NOT MATTER TO HIM!!!!", Saavedro, doing his signature referring-to-oneself-in-second-person craziness-
I remember having 2 dreams last night, one I don't remember any details of at all, and another that was...boring. I have this vague suspicion that I might have gone lucid in the first dream (the one I don't remember anything about), but my mind was buzzing with so much stuff from the previous day that I couldn't recapture the dream.
Seems like remembering dreams is like trying to catch one of those little fuzzy seeds -- the ones that look almost like dandelion seeds but are perfectly round with the seed part in the very center, instead of hanging down. I used to chase those all the time when I was in elementary and middle school. There was a certain time of the year that they came out, only for a few days or weeks. I would go out to the blacktop or parking lot or wherever we had recess and see if I could catch one. It's more complicated than it looks! The seeds are so light and wind-catching that as soon as you even get close, the air around them moves, and they dart away like that. It's a totally lost cause if you breathe on them.
The tricky part is the very end, when you've finally found one that hasn't gotten hit by a sneaky breeze (in which case they tend to fly straight up into the air, too high for a puny little kid) or "frightened" away when you closed in, gradually, slowly. Finally catching the thing is so difficult... the moment your hands are near, the thing goes wild, flittering around like an insect caught in a screen door. It's a slow process of anticipating where the wind will blow the seed, then cupping your hands over the spot, careful to make no sudden moves or in any way actively go after the fluffball.
Then, of course, when I would finally catch one, after much patient concentration, scores of fruitless attempts and escaped seeds, I would always be sadly puzzled as to what to do with it. Usually I'd just let it go again.
Are you dreaming?
6 years ago
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Hehe... We used to use straws to try and suck them up. If you were really good, or lucky, you might even suck one right up the straw and get lodged in the back of your throat.The inevitable chocking that followed was a small price to pay for such enviable skill. :-D
ReplyDeleteHa! I can't believe I never thought of that! Do you happen to know which plant the seeds come from?
ReplyDeleteI would guess they are part of the same family as dandelions - ones without the usual parachute/parasol type design?
ReplyDeleteThat makes sense. I always wonder, though: how did these seeds originally attach to the plant? Maybe they come in a pouch of some kind? Because they obviously lack any sort of attaching stalk...
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