Week 1

Unintentionally, my white pillows, sheets and blankets on my bed seem to resemble the clouds drifting over the roof, and that is where I think part of me must travel to as I drift asleep. I dream of flying, lifting my feet off the ground and heading towards other planets, leaving Earth – this part is intentional, unlike my cloud bed, as at this point, I am aware that I am dreaming. I control my arms, my legs, my spirit as I choose to leave and explore what else is out there. The scent of my unlit Champagne and Strawberries candle that fills my room fades as I fall asleep. The air blown onto my body from my ceiling fan ceases to exist. The amethyst crystal that sits on my desk beside my bed somewhat resembles the distant purple planets that I hope to land on. I’ve always thought crystals look like they have come from space. As pretty as it is, the crystal has been collecting dust for quite some time; neglected, like I have neglected my surroundings in my mind, leaving my room behind. My dreams are so vivid that after I wake, I wonder if it is only my body that was present in my room. Is my soul separate from my brain? Is the universe in my mind purely an illusion, or could it be that I have really left my mind? Unlike my wooden bed frame, the sharp edges of the crystal and the soft bed sheets, my dream was not tangible…but could it be that it was real?

Week 2

That misty, quiet before the storm feeling… when all of your senses know that a storm is coming, even if you can’t see it or if there’s no news report evidence. You don’t need to be told, at least not here, not anymore. The grey clouds look heavy with water, getting ready to squeeze down faint little droplets that feel like a light sprinkler reaching your forehead. You can smell the rain coming, it’s like when you used to have water fights with the garden hose in summer and that scent would gently lift off of the concrete. You can feel the wind change against your skin, wind with a soft coldness to it, as if some moisture from the clouds had already blended into it. You see a light fog hovering over the ocean as you take a deep breath in, and that lightness seems to drift down to your toes as your body lifts up and you are prepared to fly your path to the next planet, perhaps just until the rain passes on this one. As you look down, you realise just how much this planet reminded you of your time on Earth. As you realise how human you felt for a minute, you question whether you had actually just landed back on Earth. When you fly over the large, pointy, triangular shaped rocks, you are reassured that you had not.

Week 3