I'm not sleeping but I'm still dreaming

 Gifted Abbey Road playing cards from London

 Playing cards before the outdoor movie at Waterloo Park

Rango

We can never really understand our sleeping dreams; they leave just as fast as they enter our cognition. During my last remaining hours of sleep this morning, I must have woken up at least a half dozen times to vaguely remember that my dreams included roundtable discussions with people from my past. These dreams and their scattered details have left me lingering about the people who have slipped under my subconscious. Why were these people there? Because of excommunicated feelings? Because of personal vendettas re-released in dream form? When we wake up from an improbable dream, we interpret and analyze as if it is our looking glass into reality. However, I really don’t think there is any need to dissect every dream as if they have an inherent meaning. Every dream remembered is left for interpretation and how we reflect on our dreams, reflects on how we perceive our own lives. The important thing to take away from dreams is that it is only through the practice of analysis do we find its significance. For example, in the past I was guilty of dreaming of a not-so-nice thing boyfriend-at-the-time did and felt an uncontrollable angst against him the rest of the day. It was as if I had believed there was a reason to the dream and therefore drew upon the warpness of my mind to create a new reality. Trying to make sense of that dream led me to be confused with my real-life. The dream was not a mirror of reality and so an explanation of why I dreamt what I did would not have sufficed. It’s only through being a critic of my own thinking did I discover why I felt this way.

Yours,

P. xo.

Summer sports

TFC vs. Vancouver Whitecaps Game 

Blue Jays vs. Phillies

I love how there are always vast amount of things to do around Ontario and how every city within the province has something different to offer in terms of heritage, festivals, events, nightlife and scenery. Although I haven’t been magnetized by Toronto (as I still think there’s nothing to be culturally envious about), I do appreciate their wide range of professional sports. I just wish that I had caught a Raptors game!

P.S. We are currently experiencing record breaking heat in Waterloo. 34 degrees celsius but feels like 46, and still rising! The weather is definitely something to write home about since Vancouver is experiencing clouds and isolated showers.

Yours,

P. xo.

Prove Yourself

Pictures from the Craft Beer and Rib Fest in Victoria Park, Kitchener

Specifically from this weekend, my observations of others have shown me that we are all in a match to prove something to ourselves. Whether it is our egotistical determinations or individualistic desires to not be defeated, we want to prove to ourselves that we are not foundation-less. This attest to our own personhood can come in the form of trying every game at a carnival until a disposable toy is won, proving that emotions can be controlled after a breakup, proving that the strongest of friendships can remain, proving that all it takes is one more lift, one more goal, one more word...

The Purveyor of Revived Nostalgia

Where we ate our dinner

Inside St. Jacob's Antique Market

 Just a portion of the massive record collection in St. Jacob's Antique Market 

 If it wasn't so heavy, I would be packing it to bring home 

 $350. Still thinking about how much I want this.

 My new "old" camera

The pictures above are from St. Jacob's Antique Market. My fellow purveyors and I also made the short journey over to Canada's largest Antique market in Preston. The camera and suitcases are some of the vintage goodies I have acquired over the last little while. 

The two greatest things that my Dad ever gave me was life and the Beatles.

I grew up listening to music circa 1960 which included the likes of The Beatles, The Beach Boys, Lesley Gore... among many others. I often lamented over how my dad insisted on playing his music around the house and within the confinement of the green mini-van. However, with time I developed a particular admiration for the yesteryears and have since dreamt of being a teenybopper on American Dreams who makes the defiant transition into a flower child. My love of the oldies extended into films when I discovered classics such as Rebel Without a Cause, Some Like it Hot, Roman Holiday, An American in Paris, and Grey Gardens. While it would be fascinating to imagine that I am the rebirth of a sixties mod, it seems more believable that I love vintage because it restores the reveries of my childhood.

Yours,

P. xo. 

The Panache of a Silk Scarf

Wearing and thinking thin because of the twists of my trajectories

Like that of a silk scarf bequeathed to me, life's offerings should not weigh my 

shoulders down

Wrapped ever so gently so its sheerness does not make me impervious
But blanketed enough to be protected

I could not think of a better way to cure any feverish emotions than dedicating a portion of my weekend to watching movies. I can now cross these movies off my list: Burlesque, Schindler’s List, Requiem for a Dream, and Sunshine Cleaning. I'm ready for a new week!

Yours,

P. xo.

Where does your mind travel to?

Forgive me for my deficiency of posts as I've had a lack of desire to even want to write. It's been a rush of adventures these past couple of weeks with people from home visiting. My mind needs a bit of a vacation of its own to regroup and restore its equilibrium. It does not seem to be with me right now but I hope it catches up soon.

I'll leave you with pictures from my past weekend and hope that it will fulfil my addictive need to post something. I will probably not post the rest of the week just so I can take off all the pressure that's on my mind right now. I will come back to you with a reenergized focus and a new semblance of reality.

Yours,

P. xo.