Dream of a blue lady

The blue lady got so worked up, decided to insisting on hanging clothes outside the window, regardless the warning from everyone. And her reckless attitude rankled me even more. But she did it any way, in this rainy day, and the slippery window-sill was not enough of a handle to hold, and there she suddenly falling out of the window…

What should I do? One voice was saying she deserved it.. but the other voice said, just go checking on her. I peeked outside the window. She was struggling to hold onto the edge of the building tight… She didn’t quite fall off yet…

Quick, I called Dan to the rescuing scene. A tall man as him, can easily reach her hands from far distance. I was holding onto him too, so that he won’t get dragged away with her. This blue lady finally got inside…

I laid a warm cozy bedding for her to warm up her body… her shivering body finally calmed down… face coming back to warm buttery color…

I ended up my dream with a soliloquy…

Was that me that reckless blue lady? the voice calling her deserving the fate of falling that’s from me? the one calling Dan to the rescue scene, where in reality, he’s actually thousands miles away in Hawaii right now? or the one who brought warm woven wool blanket to wrap her up and drying her up me? Which one is actually my voice? Why would I be feeling so many voices torn at all different directions all at once, the same time even in my dreams? Annoyance, justification, hatred, judgement, sympathy, kindness, and tender feelings… they are all me?!

Life is interestingly a big pot of messed stew, with all flavors, emotions, sensations, all boiled up together, and through me and me only, through the ups and downs, that then finally found the divinity inside.