Dread = great fear or apprehension.
…I find nothing fantastic in so-called fantastic art, it is an aspect of reality in search of sanity beyond the normal bounds. I believe that fantastic art is related to the protective dream, that it prolongs the healing dream and finds symbols that change dread into wonder, strangeness and beauty. – Thomas Häfner
After a pack of dogs jumped at my bike wheels, I developed a “protective dream”. The dogs in the tall dream protected me of the dogs in the tall grass.
Art by Kinuko Y Craft.
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author for 5 Medium.com publications, Spillwords.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
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Did I dread P going back to school today? Yes, no more excuses for not doing the ‘chores’!
You reminded me of my early days in Romania. In Bucuresti I often had to take a taxi just one block to avoid the street dogs. I dreaded encountering them.
Then, my crazy bike ride from Baia Mare, via Sighet to Suceava. The biggest problem was the feral dogs, which repeatedly attacked me. I dreaded getting on the bike each morning (I took three days), just the dogs not the multiple hairpins climbing to around 2000 metres (?) though I hadn’t then been on a bike for around 40 years!
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You know, children here go back to school on the 15th of January. Did I dread starting work yesterday? No, I loved it. Perfect excuse of not doing chores 🙂
Fortunately, now it is not the case anymore. I like dogs but they are attracted by the sparkling wheels and they jump. When that happened, I was totally shocked. It was night and dark and I found myself surrounded by a pack of “wolves”. My dream was more like in the painting, and after that I was again attacked my “mountain dogs” in Bran while cycling on the snow. Pleasurable experience, what can I say 🙂 😉
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Because I had to! 🙂
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Yeah 🙂
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Love that last line
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Thank you!
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I love the last line too and the art is wonderful. Sinister but beautiful.
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Thank you! I love the art very much for the reasons you have mentioned; sinister but beautiful.
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❤️
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SHE ISN’T DREADFUL—BUT YES—I WILL READ IT!
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Thank you! 💜
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I really like your quotes and picture
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thank you!
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you’re welcome
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