Scraps of Dreams

Just some glimpses of dreams I've had recently... I rarely remember my dreams, especially so since I've been living alone again. But recently they have become more vivid.

Mirrors, large and small, round, square, sitting up on my desk. I'm picking them up individually and putting them away... into a bag of some sorts... like they were garbage.

A smooth, tanned, lightly freckled forehead... with hair cropped very short and slightly receding... I can feel the heat of his skin and the clean taste with the slightest tinge of salt as I kiss him gently on the forehead.

Feeling of panic, nausea, adrenalin, doubling me over with their intensity, as my mother has not enough money and I cannot help her.

Casually leaning back against my motorbike... feeling its solidity under me, seeing the black and yellow fairing, the dials and switches, the mirrors, knowing it, being so familiar with it... I'm just standing there chatting to my mother, explaining to her that I am happy, dressed in my leathers (also black with yellow inserts) holding my helmet (it was silver, black and yellow)... all of this is non existant but in my mind it was like my second skin.

Driving with my sister in her van (one of those squarish style courier vans)... along a road where the water of the ocean meets the edge of the road... we approach just as a freak wave crashes up, and too late, we are washed out, tumbled over and over, slowly it seems, we cannot escape as the van slowly bobs and sinks into the now still water.

Some are obvious to me... but others, like being washed away by the ocean are repetitive themes in my dreams which I don't quite understand.