Solitary Chronicles

       As I step through the gate, a small valley hidden under the trees falls open infront of me. The dense canopy filters the sunlight into rays illuminating the wooden stairs that wind down. They take sharp jagged turns and twists, like a giant serpent frozen in time stretched across the divide. The leaves rustle in the cool autum breeze across the aged and weathered steps. As I walk down, across, then up, the stairs veer to the right. They lead me out of the dense cloak of coniferous trees that hangs over the rails, like arms reaching out, and onto a small landing littered with amature graffiti and carvings. The ground below is also scattered with discarded boxes and shattered beer bottles, however, the view of the ocean below is incredible. High above the beach you can see the Straight of Georgia's choppy water littered with seaguls, hawks, scarce eagles. The air is so refreshing it makes you want to breathe more air in one take than you lungs can handle, but it is also cold. VERY cold. So when Ive had enough time playing harmonica, sitting on the railing dangling my feet over the edge, or letting my mind wander on paper, I jump. There is a well made path down, but I find it's better just to make my own. Once I'm down across the rail road tracks, I find my usual rock, sit down, and read. . .

             Why do we dream? Why do we spend most of our life living an alternate one inside our head? I had a very interesting dream last night, and it was one that I had been waiting to have for a long time. I didn't remember I had it until something I heard someone say refreshed my memory. Let me explain. Ever had a lucid dream? A dream where through certain situations, you become aware that those situations are only possible in a dream, and therefore become conscious? I had that last night. I learned of the concept about a year ago after watching the movie "Waking Life" in where the main character is lost in a dream having conversations with people created by his own imagination. There are many ways to discover you are dreaming, for example light switches never work in dreams, digital clocks never display time but rather illegible symbols, and so on. Anyways I was dreaming that I was in guitar class, trying to hear myself play, but everyone else was playing too loud. I remember being frustrated and angry. Then next thing I remember I was watching my grandpa play banjo, and all other sound seemed to fade out. it was very interesting, since my grandpa never played banjo, and that I have not seen my grandpa in about four years. Thats when It happened; I realized I was dreaming. I remember jumping out of my seat, watching the chairs fade away, then the next second I was flying over mountains with crystals of all colors hidden in the valleys. 

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I'm not too sure what to say for my first blog, so I'll talk about Europe. Seems like a cool place. My mind has been overwheameld with thoughts about where I'm going to go, what I am gonna do, who I'm gonna meet. The thing is, I have no idea. . . All I know is that my flight is booked to arrive in Frankfurt, Germany, on July 1st, and I'm leaving my uncles house in Sotto Grande, Spain, on august 15th. There is no plan. Nothing is set in stone. The rail pass I am buying allows me to have ten travelling days, where I can travel to any city in Europe. I'll be staying in hostels, sleeping in dorms with people from around the world who are also traveling. Oh yeah, and I'm flying solo. I had been planning to go with two other freinds since grade eight, but both decided they would rather spend their money on weed and beer. Whatever, I'll laugh at them when I'm in Amsterdam. . .