Desert Time

Feb. 2nd, 2011 12:08 am
lathriel: (dancedancedance)
Note: I've noticed a pattern in my life: whenever I start to get depressed (usually in the winter) I find a way to travel relatively inexpensively to someplace exotic.

When I was younger, I heard rumors that if you were Jewish there was some program that would send you to "The Holy Land" for free for a 10 day tour. Then I heard that you only had to be half Jewish (which I am), but that it was only open for 18-23 year-olds. Then, this weekend, my cousin who is 26 and also a half-blood prince (har har har. For some reason 3 out of 4 sisters married Jewish men!) told me the offer is good until you're 27.

27!

Do you know what that means?

IT MEANS I'M GOING TO ISRAEL, COME HELL OR HIGH WATER, BEFORE I TURN 27.

True, I have to apply to the program and probably find a way to prove my half Jewishness, but I will do everything in my power to take advantage of this situation. Hello! Desert action? I'm there! Plus I've always felt way more connected to my Jewish heritage than my Episcopalian. I bet most of you had no idea my mother's side even WAS Episcopalian (at some point :p) for all I (don't) talk about it. And, in fact, the trips are geared more towards non-practicing Jews and half-Jews than anything, and have no agenda of conversion or anything, just education. So, again:

-Free, including flights, transportation, meals, lodging, and pretty much everything but souvenirs
-DESERT ACTION
-No preaching
-Adventure
-And in case you were wondering, very safe and nowhere near the Gaza Strip

This cheers me up tremendously for the time being.


lathriel: (desert)
I took a nap today. You know how nap dreams are always insane?

Yeah.

So I'm sitting at a table outside at a cafe in Oxford, writing on my laptop. It starts to drizzle, and I keep writing, aware that the rain is going to ruin my computer, but with an air of "just let me finish this one thing..." until finally Lisa (a German exchange student I see regularly) walks up to me and I finally close the laptop.

Then I am on a porch, in someone's backyard. I look to my left and this inky, fluttering, cloud/swarm-like mass of black feathers descends from the sky and perches on the rail. It's utterly black, in the shape of a very densely feathered owl, with bright yellow eyes and beak. It looks to it's left, and I look forward. There are ducks/mallards descending, landing on the grass. Except they're not just regular ducks (in the dream they were regular to me) because instead of having legs they have these sort of circular platforms attached to their underbellies, suspended by lots of thin wires or chains or something. When they fly they use the platforms to carry things, but when they land the wires just balloon out and they sit on the platforms.

Then I am in an old Victorian house. It's a live-action movie, meaning you go there and watch people perform, and follow them around as they tell the story. There are women in period dress; it's very brightly lit by sunlight. I'm standing near a jar of sugar, and I dump garlic powder into it, and then convince myself it's still good and eat it.

Then I'm on sand dunes- think Sahara Desert style. My family is there, but we're all spread out along the dune, and I have a dagger in my hand, like a real, old school, probably magical dagger. I keep walking a certain distance and then getting hauled backwards by some invisible force- it doesn't hurt me, but man am I sailing. I know it has something to do with the dagger, so I try to throw it away, but it keeps ending up back in my hand and then I go flying backwards again. And I could really feel myself going backwards- it was very vivid.

Yeah. This is definitely one of the craziest dreams I've ever had. And all during an hour nap!

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