Welcome SITStas!
Glad y'all stopped by.
My name is Rhea (pronounced RAY). I live in Texas.
I have two boys, whom I love to photograph, make fun of, and interview.
They inspire me.
I'm always looking for inspiration.
As a writer, I find it everywhere.
In my childhood,
in my present,
being a mother,
hearing something funny in the waiting room at a doctor's office,
and
in dreams.
I often have vivid dreams with colorful characters and amazing plots.
Which leads me to today's post.
A couple of years ao, I had a wild dream,
and I woke up in the middle of the night
with the images and thoughts from it flowing
from my hand to paper.
I wrote feverishly for an hour or so.
Then I went back to sleep.
The next morning, I read what I wrote,
but wasn't as impressed.
I started to make a story out of it,
but put it aside eventually and never returned.
Here's the gist of it.
A young boy in a village loses his father at a young age to the local gods. This village and the people in it are stuck in
tradition, which involves them paying homage to the
God Frogs, which fall from the sky on the same day every year. These sacred frogs are covered in brilliant colors and live only until the next Showering when the new batch of frogs land.
Brolie, the young boy, has to decide, as he comes of age, whether he wants to commit to and join the Holy Order that tends to the
God Frogs, or to venture away from his village and its traditions to
explore life. I think there was more to it, but that's all I remember right now.
I didn't get much further, but one day I might return to this story.
It was a bizarre dream, leading to a strange story.
I just love the term God Frogs though.
It's fun to say.
Weird to imagine.
As a child I was called Rheafrog.
Weird, right?
I looked up frogs in a dream dictionary.
Apparently they represent positive omens,
Positive transformation,
happiness
symbolize the unconscious
and can even be sexual symbols,
representing male genitals.
Ummm, yuck on the last one.
Sorry to leave you with that image!
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