Hello and welcome back my Hive friends. I bet you have dreams and I hope you remember them by the morning. My dream activity can be quite funny. Sometimes intensive, sometimes not. Usually in color but this time... I had black and white dreams. I knew there should be colors, but somehow I was there and everything was in black and white. As this wasn't funny enough the story goes like this...
I found myself standing on a lonely beach.
The sands stretched endlessly before me, glistening under a sky painted with some of the most contrasty clouds I have ever seen. The sea whispered its secrets, inviting me to explore its mysteries. In this dream, the beach was my canvas, and I was its sole artist. Each step I took left behind glowing footprints, illuminating the path I had traveled.
As I walked along the shore, I noticed peculiar objects that had been washed ashore by the tides. Bottles containing messages from far-off lands, shells of exquisite beauty, and driftwood with stories etched into their grain. Each treasure held a piece of someone else's life, a connection to distant souls I would never meet.
This dream beach was my sanctuary, a place where the worries of my waking world faded into obscurity. The sound of the waves became a symphony, the salty breeze a comforting embrace. Here, I was free from the weight of my daily existence, and the solitude I often sought in life was found in the company of the celestial stars above and the timeless sea below.
In the distance, a kaleidoscope of butterflies danced, their wings a riot of colors, which I couldn't see. My big concern was what colors are there. But the longer I was watching them, the less was this even important. They fluttered in harmony with the gentle breeze, creating a mesmerizing ballet of beauty and grace.
I was drawn to this enchanting spectacle as if I had known these butterflies in some distant past or another life. We danced together, our movements synchronized with the rhythm of the waves and the cadence of the night.
As the dream unfurled, I felt a sense of oneness with these delicate creatures, as if they carried messages from the universe itself. Each butterfly that landed on my outstretched hand whispered secrets of joy and freedom, reminding me of the boundless possibilities that life held. I woke up and somehow world was back in color and the butterflies were gone.
Well that's it for today's topic. Thank you very much for your attention and support. Without you, my camera would rest in the corner. See you next time with another theme.
Stay blessed
