Queen of the Flowers

So since this is the dream that fed the idea of a dream blog, I figured it was appropriate that it be the first past dream I post. I will do these from time to time to fill gaps when the dreams just seem to run dry for a bit. Not that they are now, but I figured I might as well post one for the time being.

Now don't laugh.

In my dream I was the Queen of the Flowers. I wore a beautiful dress with a full skirt and adorned lightly with flowers. I would travel the world to where Spring was about to start. I would then find a meadow and lie down in it, on my stomach with my hands stretched out in front of me. I would fall asleep, but at the same time I would start to cry. But the tears did not fall down my cheek, they travelled all over my body and down my fingers into the grass. Each tear bloomed into a flower and they would travel and spread.

But everytime I fell asleep, it grew harder and harder to wake up and move again. Then my friend, Kevin Burdick (who if you want to see what he looks like and sample some of his awesome music that he writes himself, check out his site here: http://www.kevinburdick.com/ ) came from the distance and took my hand, helping me to wake up and rise to my feet.

Possible translation: I sort of equate this to my love life if you will. I think that every bad experience I have garners good things, whether I learn something or it leads to something better (hence the flowers from my tears) but each time it gets harder and harder to get up and try again, to let someone else into my life. Now what Kevin has to do with waking me up, I'm not sure. I really don't know what I feel his role in that is, but I guess we'll just see.