happy bird-day

I had a dream my brown eyes turned blue.  It used to be they were very dark port-holes - when I smile you can't even see the whites - in which one could look and see innumerable interesting things.  What you saw you couldn't describe in words or recreate visually or remember, except as an experience.  What drives you to look in them is something inside you that you don't understand, questions maybe that everyone else has decided to stop asking.  In the dream you were looking and like a sheet of glass sliding over my irises, one turned steel blue and then the other, so that all you saw was your reflection.  I woke up and realized "weird," I am on a nasty couch at school and then weird it is still and actually my birthday

Image credit: Steven Vander Meer

A dream about hoarding my prana, I'm sure