Look, but don’t hope to find
I’ve received my wish, and Spring arrives with its arms full of tiny blossoms and warmer winds. Life starts over. Another year, turn turn again. Maybe I’m becoming jaded in other arenas, but to this time I still am a child with a delirious grin pasted over my face, while jouncing downhill from work – blue sky above, golden sunset streaking my last-minute skin, thoughts of home and the approaching weekend playing double-dare with birdsong in the trees overhead.
God, I get fiercely happy just thinking and remembering, waiting for more. I don’t ever want to become too old to understand this time of year.
Having just finished watching “Princess Mononoke” for the umpteenth time, I can honestly say – I will never try to understand the minds of men or wolves. But I wholly empathize with the kodama.
I dreamt of the jungle temple again a couple of weeks ago, for the first time in years. A recurring place known to me since childhood, but I could never pinpoint it on a map. It always rises, tall and sand-coloured like a pyramid, in the heart of a trackless forest. In the dream, I climb and never reach the top, but stop often along the way; sometimes perched on a ledge outside, overlooking the trees that froth and huddle to beyond the horizon; sometimes inside, in one of many wide, low-roofed and cool-shaded rooms that are not unlike indoor carparks. I rarely meet anyone else, though once I recall finding a room full of cacti and other exotic plants; another time, it was a room full of snakes that had to be negotiated.
I’d like to one day find out where this temple is in significance to my mindset; why it’s been appearing in my dreams since I first started dreaming. Most of all, I’d like to see the jungle from the temple’s very top.
celenagaia 
Jessica West said,
18/10/2013 at 19:37
There is a malicious stone mansion that haunts my dreams from time to time. As terrifying as the thought of finding the place to be real is, I’d still like to find it. As many times as I’ve wandered the front corridor, I’ve never reached the door at the end of the hall.
celenagaia33 said,
18/10/2013 at 19:41
That’s odd, you have a mystery place too. Maybe they’re symbolic of something. I’ve not seen the jungle temple for some time now; it appears far less frequently than when I was little, like the falling / flying dreams I used to have. I think we should research their meanings, and pool thoughts š
Jessica West said,
18/10/2013 at 19:48
That’s a good idea. I haven’t had the dream in a long time, but the layout of the house stays in my mind constantly. That and the fear. It always feels like something is trying to “get” me while I’m there. I know the house (or something in it) wants to trap me there, but nothing else. I only learned that much from writing about it. Hmmm… Gonna look into this. š