Purple Dreams

Summary

The website content describes a surreal dream-like journey that touches on themes of self-discovery and overcoming obstacles, with the protagonist moving through a fantastical landscape and encountering a writer's block that transforms into a creatively themed poem.

Abstract

"Purple Dreams" is a narrative that unfolds as a dream, where the protagonist embarks on an uncertain journey with unrecognizable companions and an unknown destination. The journey takes an otherworldly turn as the sky transforms into a canvas of purple and orange hues, filled with non-wet precipitation. The dreamscape evolves into a state of horizontal floating above multiple lanes of traffic, juxtaposing the mundane thought of purchasing cilantro with the realization that they are in a shared dream. The author, Lucy (The Eggcademic), reflects on the varying nature of her dreams, from the mundane act of filing papers to apocalyptic scenarios, and how a recent bout of writer's block led to the creation of this poem. The piece concludes with an optimistic view that obstacles, like the writer's block faced, are merely detours leading to the right direction, suggesting that we all reach our destinations in due time.

Opinions

The author, Lucy, believes that dreams can be a source of lessons and can vary widely in content and meaning.
She suggests that even mundane activities in dreams can be significant or transform into something more profound, such as overcoming writer's block.
The narrative implies that obstacles, like writer's block, can be turned into creative opportunities and should be seen as part of the journey towards one's goals.
The use of the dream motif serves as a metaphor for the unpredictable nature of life and creativity.
The poem's themes resonate with the idea that detours in life can lead to unexpected and potentially beneficial outcomes.

Know Thyself Heal Thyself Weekend Prompt

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Drowsy, we drove, uncertain how we got here who the passengers were where we were going.

We drove and drove until we were stopped by a sign made of symbols something novel and unfamiliar, something we couldn’t interpret.

We turned and suddenly the sky was no longer blue — it was purple and orange with precipitation that sparkled but wasn’t wet.

We were no longer driving, but floating horizontally with two layers below us we could see the multiple lanes.

I must purchase cilantro for the recipe I remembered, as my passenger looked me in the eyes honey, you’re dreaming — we’re dreaming.

Lucy (The Eggcademic) [she/her] find that in dreams, she sometimes finds lessons, sometimes mundanities. Sometimes her dreams are weirdly apocalyptic with a hopeful and empowering turn, yet others — last night — she spends about 22 minutes filing papers in a 3-inch binder. 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.’s weekend prompt of the week is “Obstacles are detours in the right direction”, and I had my own obstacle — writer’s block — which somehow blossomed into this fictionally themed poem. We all get somewhere eventually, right?