that I was travelling around, I don’t remember where I went but I was having an overall good time. Then somehow I was in a room full of dead bodies, it was very vivid. It was dark. It was as if I was hiding from someone in there, and I had managed to escape by staying in this place, but I had been there for 6 months. Apparently the government kept the bodies, this was pretty much a safe of them, a huge room stacked with them. And every so often one of the grates would light up on fire at the government’s command. I slept on the metal grates that separated the bodies. I remember there was one being burned two below me, It was too hot I couldn’t stand it. I got down. My friend Jen, a good friend of mine, who isn’t into government conspiracy or metaphysics, remained where she was despite the fire close by. It didn’t seem to bother her, but she didn’t judge me either. People came in, we clambered down and hid under a blanket that was hanging. It didn’t work. I hid in half of it, wrapped up, but they still knew I was in there while they interrogated my friend, they called me out. The leader of the group was a man played by a handsome and mysterious Johnny Depp, a person whom I admire and respect on many levels. Then I woke up from a dream (still while I was dreaming) Jen and I had had the same dream. It was so vivid and real. The people in the grocery store I guess we were close with, would not take me seriously. Jen didn’t seem to try hard to get them too either. We thought that we had been poisoned, perhaps by the store clerk, a now fat gross man played by Johnny Depp, or the other, a large, friendly looking black man who underneath the surface was clearly evil. I spent a long time trying to uncover the truth about what happened; it was too strange that Jen and I had had the same vivid and eerie dream. It was no use. I remember at one point someone laying on a metal grate that I had slept on and they said, “wow you had to sleep on this for six months? I couldn’t do it”. But still it didn’t matter that it was real. I don’t even know how we got there. And so eventually it all seemed to fade and I woke up (for real this time) in my bed to a cloudy, but motivated day.
“Interacting with other people does not come naturally to me; it is a strain and requires effort. And since it does not come naturally to me I feel like I am not really myself when I make that effort. I feel fairly comfortable with my family, but even with them I sometimes feel the strain of not being alone.”—Peter Cameron (via balanceandblessings)
“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains„ deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter. We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.”—
James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves (via portionsofeternity)
“It’s easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams… that is being naked.”—Rob Bell (via melancholiatis)
“I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them. And work which one hopes may be of some use. Then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor. Such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children perhaps. What more can the heart of a man desire?”—Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)