The night replaces the day. Both exist in harmonic alternation. Both are true. And we need both. So also the dream that replaces reality.
– Metropolitan Pocahontas
06.01.2020 I arrived in Marseille in the morning by long-distance bus. A skipper I got to know in Tunisia gives me his boat for the night. In the old port. Surrounded by sights. The tourist hot spot at all. And I am in the middle. On a island of calm, just for me. At moments like this I wonder if I’m dreaming.
Yes, “island of calm”. That is the key word. After all this time, I am now alone. Can review what has happened so far. Past experiences still feel so unreal. But it is true. Photos document what happened. The reality of the past is digitally recorded. I sort this existence by place. Only successful photos are placed in the corresponding folder. I delete the others. It is interesting to repeat your own way – in your mind. I would never have dreamed of what I have experienced so far.
It is as if I took a path on December 10th, 2019 that welcomes me. The world wants to be discovered and welcomes me with open arms. I do not yet understand the place I have occupied with it. It feels like a strange familiarity. But somehow nice. Somehow it all had to happen. Somehow it is exactly right where I am now. And where am I now?
It is January 14th, 2020. The last day in Marseille. I’ve taken my time since I arrived. Quiet. To understand. To write. Sort me. To enjoy. To understand. To distinguish reality from dream. To choose what I want to live. And that’s where the penny falls: I’ve already voted a long time ago. Fully aware. In peace. Some time ago. With a lot of courage. A reality that is very dreamy. A reality in which the imagination rules. A reality that is fed with creativity. A reality that lives according to the laws of nature. A reality that arises from your own. An individuality that lives according to your own ideas: an authentic being. So it became clear to me that the day I started the trip is not just “the day I started the trip”. The day is like a second birthday. I saw the light of the world for the second time. A light that accompanies me through the dream worlds so that I keep the reference to reality. So I dream very consciously of my own reality. Or should I rather say: This is how I consciously realize my dreams. It is an interplay of reality and dream. Both deserve equal attention. What would we be without dreams? And what would dreams be if they didn’t show up in reality? Could I choose and would I only choose to dream – then how do I know that I am dreaming when there is no reality?
Stop dreaming. Enough to talk about realities that couldn’t be more different anyway. Now my reality is knocking. It really pounds. It brings hustle and bustle. And it also brings a wave of joy. The time has come. My reality is called “Atlantic crossing” and it is just around the corner. On January 15th 2020 the boat is finally ready to go. In all likelihood, we will set sail in the coming days. Yes, this time we are sailing: from Tunisia to the Bahamas. To the Bahamas! On the sailboat! A dream! Can someone pinch me?
