At The Foot Of The Mountain

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”

― Edgar Allan Poe

La Alegria

~ Yasmin Levy ~

I was a tourist in some South American country, not really sure which one.

It was a sunny and warm day, and I had just finished exploring the cute little village on top of the

mountain with the assistance of a tourist guide. I was carrying two bags full of souvenirs

made by the locals to take back home with me to give to my loved ones.

The personal guide that I had hired for the day to show me around walked me up to

a young couple who were supposed to take over the guidance. Both were very young, maybe

twenty-two, twenty-four the most. She was slim with beautiful long black hair,

beautiful tan skin, and a beautiful and contagious smile. He was tall with blondish hair

down to his shoulders and beautiful, full lips like those on Angelina Jolie's face. 

Not really sure if they were a couple or just a couple of good friends, but one thing

for sure was now they were my new guides for the rest of the day and part of the night.

I stood with them by their small, white car that was facing the road

that would take us to the village below. Once the three of us were inside the car, we started driving

down the mountain at a medium speed. The way down was very steep, almost like a

wall. Also, as we continued making our way down, I noticed in the distance like a heavy, dark fog,

making it impossible to see what was ahead. I was terrified but kept quiet since the young couple

seemed to be perfectly okay, as if they had done this kind of down-driving a thousand times.

I was holding tight to the seat, pushing both my feet down as if trying to slow down the car so we

wouldn't trip over and roll down.

At some point, the darkness that I had seen ahead of us now surrounded us completely, as if all

the car windows had been painted with black paint, not allowing us to see anything outside the car.

Still, the young couple remained chilled, singing and laughing while I was holding

for my life in the back seat with my eyes closed.

Finally, we reached the bottom of the mountain, and as I opened my eyes, I was amazed at the

beauty before me. It was like a tropical paradise, with multi-colorful flowers and enormous green trees

all around, and perfectly crystal water where every single grain of sand could be appreciated.

My guides got out of the car and began walking away from me without even saying goodbye.

As I stepped out of the car, I was drawn to a building to my left about two blocks away.

I began to walk slowly toward it, and as I began to get closer and closer to the building,

I began to hear what seemed to be dozens and dozens of moans coming from inside.

Once I reached the building, I noticed there was no door, just an open space with easy access

for anyone interested in entering. And so I did...

I had just stepped one foot inside and immediately I was greeted by a strange sight.

I noticed dozens and dozens of people engaged in sexual acts of all kinds. For some reason, they all

seemed to be moaning in exaggeration, loud and long moans, as if in a competition of who could moan

the longest and loudest. However, this wasn't the strangest part of what I was seeing and hearing.

I noticed that every single man in the building had a big and very wide shape, like a sumo wrestler

and their facial features were also very similar, almost like twins, but somehow not completely alike.

Now the women also shared a similar body shape, but unlike the men, theirs were extremely thin,

more like Olive Oyl from Popeye. And just as the men, their facial features were also very similar

but with very small differences.

I stood at that door for a few seconds, hypnotized by what I was seeing, not necessarily by the

sexual acts, but more by the interesting differences and similarities among the people there.

Then suddenly, I snapped out of it and realized what I was doing. I was watching people having sex!

And feeling very embarrassed, I walked away.

This is the dream I had three days ago. ;)

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I Can Feel You're There

A Dedication

Fall on Me 

~ A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera (Male Duet Cover) ~

I close my eyes

And I'm seeing you everywhere

I step outside

It's like I'm breathing you in the air

I can feel you're there

Fall on me

With open arms

Fall on me

From where you are

Fall on me

With all your light

With all your light

With all your light

With all your light...

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Hello Beautiful World!

I want to dedicate this blog post to my mother who passed away almost six years ago.

My mother's memory lives in me every single minute of every single day.

Her smile and her eyes are always present every time I close my eyes.

Though I dreamt about her often in the past, now it is more often than before.

Last night I had a dream about her...

I was sitting on her favorite chair and I was looking out the window.

The trees were moving with the wind and the birds were singing. It was a beautiful sunny day.

Suddenly, I realized that I had not heard from my mother in two weeks. No phone calls, nothing.

I tried calling her but there was no answer. I kept trying repeatedly without any success.

So then I decided to call my brother and asked him if he had talked to her.

But as I am dialing his number I remembered that my mother had already passed away

and I began to cry.

I was so sad like you have no idea. My heart was breaking and I couldn't stop crying.

I remain sitting on her chair as I cried. I felt such pain and such sadness.

The day then joined me in my sadness. No longer was the sun shining or the birds singing.

No longer were the trees dancing with the wind. Everything around me turned into sadness.

Then I woke up. I sat on my bed for I don't know how long as my tears kept falling down.

It is a cruel daily realization to know that my mother is gone.

I haven't come to accept it after all these years and I know I should.

Maybe one day I will. Maybe I'll never will.

Today I was going to share with you my dream in the earlier blog post Just Like A Dragonfly.

But as I began to write it I felt that I should make a special post just for my mother, so I changed

the direction of its content. But I didn't want the day to end without writing down my dream because

no matter if they were happy or sad dreams about my mother, I cherish them just the same.

In my dreams, I get to feel her embrace and see her beautiful smile. I get to look into her eyes and see

her love for me. And if the dreams are sad, I get to shed my tears for her, one by one letting her know

how much I love her and miss her.

Thanks for reading my beautiful people!

Much Love,

Lori Novo

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It's Purple!

Hello Beautiful World!

Last night I had a dream. However, this dream was very different from any other dream I have

ever had in my whole life. My dream was a single image. I had been asleep for hours, not dreaming

anything at all. Suddenly, I saw a place, almost like a picture, but it wasn't a picture 

and I was looking at it from a distance.

This place looked a lot like New Santorini from Calas Galadhon. Beautiful buildings

skirting a mountain. All pure white with blue trimming just like those in Santorini. However,

the only other color was beautiful big flowers all in a deep purple. The flowers somehow seemed to

glow as if were trying to capture my attention, which they did. They stood up making everything else around them almost disappear. Looking at them gave me a sense of peace and joy since these beautiful flowers seemed to be happy if somehow that emotion is possible to be perceived from a flower.

The angle of my view never moved around or closer or further. As I said before, it was almost as if 

I was looking at a picture. However, from where I was standing, I could see the flowers moving

with the wind. This image that I saw in my dream only lasted a very few seconds, top ten the most.

It was as if I had been in a totally dark theater and suddenly on the big screen an image popped

up for a few seconds and then it disappeared.

When I saw the image all I said was "It's purple!" and I woke up.

I am not sure if I said that when I was still asleep or as soon as I woke up.

But for some reason, I feel I started saying it while still asleep and ended the phrase as I woke up.

And there it was, the answer to my question to my mother.

"Virita, what is your favorite color?"

PURPLE!

This morning I tried to capture what I had seen in my dream last night. So I went to Calas

because I remembered that New Sanatorini looked kind of like the buildings in my dream. When I

first got there I was feeling very happy because I felt my mother had sent me the answer to

what her favorite color was. But you all know how our heads love to play with our thoughts

so while I was taking these pictures, I started doubting my dream. I started thinking maybe it was

nothing and I was just too eager to believe that it was when suddenly this song started playing...

Cucurrucucu Paloma

~ Lola Beltran ~

Not only was that one of my mother's favorite songs, but the singer Lola Beltran was also one of my

mother's favorite Mexican singers, and as you all know, that is also one of my very favorite songs.

I had been at Calas for over an hour and all they had been playing were romantic, old English songs

but just as I began to doubt the beauty of my dream, this song started to play. You may want to call it

coincidence but I prefer to call it confirmation.

In the above picture, I tried to recreate what I had seen in my dream. But to be honest with you,

it's not even close. The flowers were bigger and everything was much more beautiful. Almost

like heavenly. I have become so skeptical about many things in life that many times I may be 

dismissing those miracles that God sent us to help make our lives better and our hearts happier.

Thanks for reading my beautiful people!

Keep your hearts open to the beauty of miracles and never stop believing

that if you ask, you will definitely be answered... somehow.

Much Love,

Lori Novo

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Newfound Strength

Once again, I had another one of my dreams.

Hello Beautiful World!

This time in my dream I find myself running down a lonely street. There's a big storm and the sky is

now totally black as if it's been covered by a dark blanket. The heavy rain hurts my skin and bruises it

with every drop. The pavement and sidewalk are now flooded by a thin layer of water that seems to

thicken with every second. I am tired but I am a long way from home so I keep running in the storm.

I can't stop, 

I can't stop,

I can't stop...

I keep repeating as I keep running and falling hurting my knees now covered in blood.

As I continue my race to get home, I begin to notice people watching me from their home windows.

They are motionless and they don't speak, just like mannequins on display. However,

their faces show such sadness as they look at me.

And as I look at them, looking at me, I begin to cry.

They are sad for me I know, but I don't know why.

I can't stop, 

I can't stop,

I can't stop...

Do they know something I don't know? I wonder.

Now the water on the street has reached up to my knees, making it harder to run fast in the rain,

but I can't slow down! I continue running against the strong gusts of wind that seem to want to

block the way like invisible walls so I push harder and harder to proceed.

I run street after street and each time I pass a house, the owners, sadly watch me as if they had

been waiting for me to run by.

I am so tired now. I have been running for so long that my legs feel like blocks unable to want

to move anymore and I begin to get scared and I cry again. I know that the worst part of the storm

is yet to come. It is not too far behind and I must outrun it, but I can't anymore.

You can't stop, 

keep running!

And in the roaring of the thunder, and the wind and the rain, 

I hear my mother's loving and peaceful voice, telling me not to give up.

She is standing not too far looking at me from the sidewalk while I stand in the middle of the street.

We're both, under the heavy rain and the strong gusts of wind in the middle of the dark storm,

yet, on her face, there's no sadness or fear, but peace and a beautiful smile. I stand still watching

her and wanting to go to hug her, but with a gentle motion of her right hand, she lets me know

I must continue the run.

And with newfound strength, I begin to run once again.

I am no longer feeling scared or lonely because now I know my mother's loving eyes are watching me...

I can't stop, 

I can't stop,

I can't stop.

In my dream, I kept running and I woke up before I ever reached my destination.

However, I think my destination was reached the moment I heard my mother's voice. Seeing her

in my dream is what I needed during this time. I continue to struggle with my health and many

times I find myself feeling hopeless. I know I must continue to be strong.

I can't stop, 

keep running!

Thanks for reading my beautiful people!

Much Love,

Lori Novo

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I just woke up from a dream I was having...

I looked around and everything was exactly as I remember it from my childhood.

The old shoe boxes where my grandma would keep nick-nacks that to me were like treasures,

a thimble, a variety of color thread spools, buttons, a scarf, prayer cards of saints and virgins,

pieces of lace, etc.

All just as how it was when I lived with my maternal grandmother back in Mexico.

The embroidery pillowcases that my mother had made for us with the two little bluebirds 

kissing surrounded by tiny colorful flowers... red, pink, yellow, every beautiful color she had

probably used from her embroidery floss collection.

The pillowcases on the pillows nicely sat on the bed that I shared with my grandmother...

"buelita, buelita, I am still so cold!"

I used to tell my grandma every single winter night after she would tuck me in bed covering my

little body with the three warm blankets that we had.

"Be patient, you'll get warm soon." she would always tell me, and you know what?

she was always right.

Soon after I would fall asleep feeling so warm under the blankets 

in our one-bedroom home that felt just as cold as the outside.

As a child, I suffered from leg cramps from an illness that I suffered at six months old.

 These cramps were so painful that often I would wake up screaming and crying in pain.

My grandma would make little crosses on my legs while she prayed so they would go away.

Sometimes they would stop within a minute or two, other times it would take longer, much-much

longer. I always noticed my grandmother getting teary eyes every time this would happen and it would

make me wonder if she was feeling the pain too, now I know she was, 

seeing me suffer must have been so hard for her.

But back to my dream.

Everything was in place, down to the smallest of things.

However, most of the things were covered in dust and debris.

It looked as if our house had been torn down and the wall pieces were scattered all over, but that wasn't

the case. The brick walls still stood up.

I stretched my left arm and gently touched the things in the room as I walked around looking at

everything. I was smiling and crying. I was feeling happy and sad.

All these things that once were my grandmother's and my treasures now looked old and

abandoned. My grandmother was long gone and I had grown up and had never returned to our little home. 

Suddenly a great feeling of wanting to rescue them overcame me. I wanted to take as many of

our beautiful treasures with me. However, I just couldn't bring myself to take anything. I felt I needed

to leave everything as it was, just how my grandmother had left it.

I slowly made my way to the yellow wooden chair where my grandma used to sit and sat down.

From there, as tears rolled down my cheeks I continued to watch in silence the little home where

we had shared so many beautiful memories together, now lonely and covered in dust.

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Lori Novo

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The Woman by The Pond

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Standing barefooted right at the edge of the deep pond, I see a figure standing on the other side. It is a woman

with long brown hair wearing a white dress that also stands right on the edge perfectly across from me.  

We are surrounded by dense trees. The trees seem to be unnaturally tall. I hurt my neck as I try

looking at their top, I can't, they seem to have no end. They are covered in heavy-mossy leaves that

occasionally glimmer with the moon's light, however, they seem dead.

It is night, night painted in hues of creepy grays and it is cold, but not so cold, 

just cold enough to give me chills, especially with the wind that feels like frozen feathers touching my

skin as it passes by. I cross my arms in an intend to keep myself warm, but still, 

I continue to feel cold under the white dress that I am wearing. 

The wind begins to pick up blowing my long hair onto my face and covering my eyes.

I hold my hair back with my left hand and look for the woman across the pond.

And I see her still standing there, motionlessly as the wind blows her long hair and covering her face

too but she seems not to care.

The dark, black clouds slowly move in the sky exposing the moon for a few seconds and slightly

lighting the night, allowing me to better see the woman. She has been standing very still, like a statue,

and so have I. We are standing about thirty to forty feet away from each other in the middle of the 

dry-grassy circle with only the pond between us. 

Minutes pass in a silence that is broken only by the sounds of the wind.

I finally focus on the woman's face and realize that it is me who I am looking at.

It is almost like looking into a mirror. However, she seems lifeless, there's no soul in

her eyes even though she is looking straight into mine.

Suddenly, she lifts her left hand and motions for me to go to her. I look down at the pond 

and notice that is full of dark, muddy water with a smell of rottenness,

still, and not knowing why I jump in. Immediately as my body is submerged in the thick muddy water, 

I feel hundreds of sharp thorns cutting through my skin like razor blades. I begin to scream

and cry in pain as I try to swim across. The thickness of the muddy water makes it almost

impossible to move even an inch, still, I continue to try, and try, and try, moving very little with each

try. It is like hands holding me back in place restricting me from advancing while the 

thorn-infested mud continues to mercilessly cut me with every move I make. Time feels like an 

eternity and I can't breathe anymore, I feel so tired but I continue...

and finally, I reach the other edge.

I get out, my body covered in mud and my own blood feels heavy and I collapse to my knees.

I look for the woman but she is no longer there. My body begins to tremble uncontrollably with the cold wind.

The temperature has dropped drastically, and I am freezing now.

I look up and she is now standing motionless on the other side, where I was standing before.

She is looking at me with tears in her eyes.

However, she lifts her left hand and motions me to go to her again.

And again and not knowing why, I do.

I jump into the thorn-infested mud that smells like death in the middle of the freezing night,

and the torment begins again...

and again and again... and again.

Hello Beautiful World!

The above is a dream I had some time ago.

My dreams are usually very intense, almost like movies. They are very detailed that usually when

I wake up, I can still remember smells and the smallest of things.

My daughter is actually fascinated by them even though the majority are on the dark side, like

the one I am sharing with you today.

In this dream, the other me kept making me jump into that pond over and over again and I, for

some unknown reason kept doing it even though I knew it would be painful.

My dream didn't have a different ending from what I wrote. I just kept swimming across the pond

back and forth over and over again.

My interpretation of this dream is that most times I am very hard on myself when things go wrong,

even when they are not related to me directly. I can't help feeling guilty as if I could have done something 

to help situations and people. I expect and ask myself to do things that are not required

from my person. I really have to learn to accept that I can't hold myself responsible for things

that are out of my control.

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Anyway, I love writing my dreams down and I just wish I had more happy ones to share with you.

HERE, you can read more of them. I do have many more however most of my blog posts had to be

reverted to drafts when my whole blog messed up while I was trying to make some changes to the

layout. I had not saved the blog so with a click of a key, all my posts were unreadable. I have been

working little by little to bring them all back but it's gonna take some time.

1,327 blog posts down, 2,508 to go.

Thanks for your visit my beautiful people!

Much love,

Lori Novo

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Hello beautiful world!

Again, I had a weird dream last night but not as spooky as the one I had the other night about the girls.

last night's dream was about a stalker who wouldn't leave me alone. I was hiding in a small one-room house 

completely surrounded by windows with curtains that were too small so it was hard to hide.

Anyways, this stalker/man kept going around the house trying to see me, so I had to keep crawling around 

from one side to the other so he wouldn't find me. After a while, I heard him walking away 

only to go to my other one-room house that was like a block away to steal my baby that was crying.

Yes, in my dream I had two houses and a baby, crazy I tell you. So I ran out to go save my baby and

started chasing the man, then I woke up.

I think I only dream at night when I am worried about something.

Now, I think there was a baby in my dream last night because I want to have a baby so much with Steppenwolf

but he always says "NO!". Actually last night he said "let me think about it" which in other words, it still means no. :P

He thinks I want a SL baby, ha! I want a real one, the clock is ticking...

tick-tock, tick-tock, see! and I am not getting any younger you know.

Anyways, for now, we are each other's baby so it is all good!

Thanks for reading,

- Lori Novo

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