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Yellow Sky part one.
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Yellow Sky part one.  Hi, I want to tell you a little story. Its a story about a crazy person and a sane person, the sky and and a few other things. I decided to write this story out because sometimes its difficult to tell which person is the crazy person, and which one is the sane person. I used to be able to figure out the difference right away, but something happened that changed my mind. The story goes like this: You wake up in the morning, its your day off. There's just you to worry about today, and the sun is shining and the sky is blue. in wiping the sleep from your waking eyes, you decide that today would be a good day for a walk... I mean its such a beautiful day, why not just spend the time to enjoy it. After doing what you gotta do in the morning, you set out for that walk. You pick a nice park with green grass and big shady trees. As you walk along the path you see parents with their juice stained , the odd sweaty jogger, maybe a few<b> older couples </font></b>and of course.... the groups of young people just burning time until the parties start later in the evening. You left your ipod at home, there are no ear buds and mp3's to interfere with this gorgeous day... you feel the warm breeze on your skin, ruffling your clothes a bit and rush past your ears. The birds are chirping, peoples voices are in the background and your feet continue one in front of the other as you notice the smiles on the faces of all the other people around you, who are enjoying the day just like you are. You spy a bench. You decide that it would be a good time to sit and instead of arguing with your brain about it, you move towards said bench. As you are walking towards it, you see that someone else is sitting on it but they are sitting on the other side of it as to allow someone else a seat.... that someone seems to be you. You sit down opposite this other person, you end up making eye contact with him. You notice that he seems a friendly fellow, and probably is on the same mission you are on today: enjoying the day, the sunshine and the wistfully blue sky. Because you made eye contact, you feel obligated to smile.... so you smile. He smiles back and the corners of his eyes crinkle at the edges to tell you that his smile is genuine. Because you smiled he feels obligated to say something because after all, you will be sharing the bench for the next little while. Kind of like roommates in a college dorm, only your term will last only as long as a quick feet refreshing rest and the dorm room is the wood under your butt cheeks. His comment to break the ice is "Its a nice day isn't it?" You answer automatically without a thought "Yes, its such a beautiful blue sky today." The happy wrinkles at the corners of his eyes turn sour.... his face screws up into one of confusion, so much so that you become a little scared and confused yourself. He decides to clear up why his face is so screwed up by saying... "Blue?.... um.... Sorry, I thought I heard you say blue.... it must be my mistake..." and he tries to squish another smile into his screwed up face. It kinda works, but kinda doesn't. A little guarded, a little tentative, your reply goes like this: "Um.... yeah, I said blue.... But I will say that its more of a powder blue down near the horizon where those clouds are..... maybe straight up its more of a darker blue... but yeah I said blue......" and your voice trails off... The man with whom you decided to sit on a bench and enjoy a part of your day with sits up a little straighter, turns a little more towards you puts a hand down on the seat beside him.... just in case he needs a little more support and smiles the biggest smile he has probably ever shown to another person. His big white teeth lead the way.... "My mistake" he says. "I guess I didn't mis-hear what it was you said. You just said the sky was blue.... but you do know of course that it isn't blue....." and he stops what he was saying. Leaving you to pickup what it was he was laying down. You don't quite understand what is going on. He seems a little confused and because he seems a little confused, you become a little more confused. You decide to look up, just in case in the last few seconds the sky changed color on you, but no its still blue. you look at the man to see if he has some glasses or contacts on.... but no you cant see that he has. Then you think this might be a tricky science question and that this humble man with the big toothed smile might just be a quantum physicist in disguise on the other side of that bench. Instead of taking the time from your enjoyment to think up something clever to say, you just say "Is there some kind of trick here that I'm supposed to fall into? Because when I look up (and you point to the sky) I see the color blue." The man looks at your finger and then his eyes follow to where it is pointing, and he looks up into the sky. He doesn't turn his head, he just looks at you from the corner of his eyes with his face still facing the sky, then looks back at the sky with those eyes of his and says "that sky there (he points at the same sky you are pointing at with his own finger this time) is yellow." You look at him, you look back up at the blue sky then look back at him. You put your finger down, he follows suit and you take the time to think. What you think is that you are now dealing with a crazy person. Either that, or you are the crazy person. At this point the rule of thought goes like this.... if you have little to no experience in these kinds of discussions, you will stick in there. On the other hand, if you do have experience in dealing with a discussion like this, you get up from the bench, and walk away.... to enjoy the rest of the day and the beautiful, blue sky that coats the ceiling above your world. Let's just say that it would be more fun and interesting to discuss the color of the sky today, regardless of your experience with crazy people. Let's just say that in order to preserve your own sanity, you decide to discuss this, on that park bench, with that man who thinks the sky is the color yellow. You see, before I get into the discussion of the color of the sky, I just want to say that we sometimes meet people whose beliefs don't quite match our own. Perhaps they think a steak should be cooked rare, whereas we like it well done. Does this mean you are dealing with a crazy person? Probably not. I mean you have different tastes in how you like your meat cooked. You can both agree what rare is, and you can both agree on what well done looks is, and hopefully.... you both agree that it's a steak you are eating. If you are a vegan or vegetarian, just listen in from the sidelines for a moment, you will be included soon. Now if you are barbequing that steak, and you ask that other person how they would like their steak done, and they look at what you have on the grill and shout "That's not steak! That's Jesus!" Then you have a problem. One of you is crazy....That or you are burning Jesus on the barbeque. Neither of which will bring harmony into your life. Let's take this to the extreme of everyday news. I watch the news sometimes, perhaps you hear about the news sometimes too. In the news we will eventually hear something about a war. In a war, there are usually two sides fighting, and both are fighting because they both think they are right, and they both think that the other side is wrong and they are going to do something about it. They take action on their beliefs. Are both sides crazy? Maybe. Are both sides sane? Maybe... It's a personal call, the individual has to decide for themselves, in my view, about where they sit on the matter. Bottom line, I think that War is crazy, but I'll save that for another book. Speaking about individuals.... you ever meet a person who lived in their own world? Usually this is due to some sort of trauma they have suffered and the defence mechanism against such trauma is to withdraw into one's self. It's not right, it's not wrong; it's just our body and mind trying to clean up a big mess of a body and mind and sorting it out enough to make some sense of things. Have you ever tried to talk to a person like this? Have you ever tried to reason with them? Let's say they live in a world where unicorns exist, and they come to you for help because they are being chased by unicorns, and those unicorns are trying to steal their magic ring. Can you convince them that unicorns don't exist? That its all a figment of their imagination and that they really have nothing to worry about? Usually if a person believes that they are being chased by unicorns that are trying to steal their magic ring.... those unicorns exist and there is little you can do about it... other than to help them get away from the unicorns and help keep the magic ring safe. The unicorns and magic rings may not exist for you in your world, but if you are helping this person to escape them, they exist for a time in your world too.... they may leave when that person leaves, but that person's little universe of magical creatures and rings bleeds into your own little universe for a while as soon as they are around you. People who don't want anything to do with unicorns and magical rings will leave that person to the mercy of the mean unicorns. They don't want or need the stress that unicorns bring into their world.... Back to the bench... Remember the bench in the park? That wooden bench, that offered a little rest and comfort on such a beautiful day? Remember that beautiful day with the sky that had the most wonderful shade of blue and clouds just sitting on the horizon? Yes, that's the bench! You have a dilemma of sorts here. This man is wrong or at the very least, he has been misinformed. Maybe in the country he came from, the name for the color blue was yellow. Maybe in learning this language, someone played a nasty trick on him and told him the translation for blue was actually yellow. Maybe the fellow who taught this guy, is having a good laugh now.... knowing that this man is going around saying yellow instead of blue and confusing himself and others. What a mean trick to play! And I must say if it did happen, it would be quite funny to see.... But in order to clear this up, and maybe save this man on the bench from further humiliation of a lifetime of calling blue things yellow and being laughed at, you point to a jogger running by who is wearing a bright reflective yellow running shirt. You lean over to the man on the bench and say "See that man running?" "Yes." "He is wearing a yellow shirt." "Yes he is, and its very bright!" "So you know that's the color yellow?" "Of course I do." And you look up at the sky and point at it again "And you say that's yellow too?" He looks where you are pointing again and says "Yes, that's yellow, though not quite as bright." So it's not a trick that someone has played on this man. He really thinks that the sky is yellow. You stay looking at the blue sky that you have above you, you check the right, and you check the left.... just to make sure that there is no yellow hiding anywhere in that blue sky you have been pointing at. Then you look at the park around you, making sure that its still there and hasn't gone anywhere. You see the people, the grass, the trees and even the poop that people are picking up in little plastic baggies. Everything is as it should be. The grass is green, the people are people, the poop is poop, and the sky is blue. You decide to discuss the sky with the man and he is more than willing to do the same. You bring everything you know about the sky to this discussion. You tell him about refraction of light. You talk about the space shuttle and the space program. You even go to the lengths of stopping strangers that are walking by to confirm your knowledge. You find out that this is all to no avail. You find out the man sees only yellow above him in the sky, except when its cloudy or raining of course. You cannot change his mind, and he has his own theories as to why the sky is such a soft yellow, and can't really figure out why you like to think that it's blue. You decide that his guy is a nutter; completely crazy! You think something is wrong with his head. Maybe he had a traumatic hood and he is holding onto a favorite color from that childhood. By the end of this discussion though, you decide that nothing more can be done here. You come to the conclusion that this guy just won't budge or see reason. He is completely ignoring the facts of the case you presented to him. You label him as just plain "Nuts". You decide that you are sane, and that he is the crazy person in this conversation. That is of course, assuming that the strangers walking by say the sky is blue as well... Otherwise you would be in a pickle. A reality pickle. THE reality pickle... You see, the man on the other side of the bench isn't in a pickle at all... as a matter of fact everything is fine and dandy. His grass is green, his sky is yellow, the people are people and poop is poop too. Not much is wrong as he sees things. As a matter of fact, until you sat down to enjoy this day on that bench beside him, everything was right as rain. However, you sat down and threw a wrench into the magical inner workings of his day. There is now a disturbance in the force of perception, conflicting realities, and beliefs on that park bench. Until you sat down on that bench, everything was fine with your world. As long as others confirm that your world is ok, you have nothing to worry about. Your grass is green and your sky is blue. What would happen if everyone you asked that confirmed that the sky was blue for you, had said that it wasn't blue? What if they said that it was yellow? Then you would have to switch places with that man on the bench. You would now be sitting on the other side of that bench in the park, right where that man with the yellow sky is sitting, except your sky is blue. And his and everyone else's sky is yellow. Has that ever happened to you? It's happened to me more than a few times lately... |
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But it was a good story no? LOL. We all live in out own little world, some of us have unicorns chasing us, some of us have yellow or blue skys. I would say maybe that as long as we are ok with pur ble, yellow skys or unicorns...I'm learning.that it pretty much doesn't matter.
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Was she wearing a tin-foil hat too?
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Not a dream my friend.... Most definitely wasn't a dream.
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I guess it depends on how the dreams have turned out for you before this. For example, if you've dreamt of an event and it has come true, that's one indicator. Or if the opposite of your dream has come true. Or it may be a mixed bag....  I would interpret your dream as some sort of external anomaly or conflict which your mind is currently trying to make sense of, using certain characteristics from your current and fantasy environments which the mind assumes you can relate to and understand from. As to how it exactly it all fits in is the jigsaw which only you can piece together.... I hope you like puzzles! 
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