Thursday, December 1, 2011

This is what it is to be alive

Last night I dreamed of a field of yellow flowers I used to play in as a child. I walked into the field, and as the fragrance and color of the flowers filled my senses I felt intensely happy, and at the same time, intensely sad.


Heidi said...

I have dreams like this; things from the past so real you can touch them - but they came out of your mind from nowhere. How does that happen? How is it stored - exactly as it was - but buried?

Danni said...

Ooooh, I *know* these feelings!
Mine generally come as memories, rather than dreams, triggered by scents more than sights.
Intense happiness for having experienced a moment - combined with powerful sadness that this moment is past.

smartz said...

How serendipitous your post is for me. I just started reading a collection of Van Gogh's letters. And there are his flowers.

Tai said...

Smartz, I have read one or two of those letters -- powerful stuff. Wasn't he a wonderful writer?

Danni, I know what you mean. What's more intense than a scent-triggered memory? I try to imagine what it must be like for animals with their superior sense of smell. Like 3D movies.

Heidi, I often wonder what triggers those fragments. They seem random, but there must be a reason they pop up. We know so little about the brain and its mechanisms.