{"id":11043,"date":"2010-06-03T00:04:33","date_gmt":"2010-06-03T06:04:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yummy-wakame.com\/?p=11043"},"modified":"2016-10-11T04:47:58","modified_gmt":"2016-10-11T04:47:58","slug":"this-morning-i-woke-up-with-a-new-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/2010\/06\/this-morning-i-woke-up-with-a-new-dream\/","title":{"rendered":"A New Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The colours were almost unbearably bright. The sun flared through my eyelashes. Delicious excitement pulsed through me as I bit into a plump mango, the juice running down darkly tanned twiggy arms. And as I started to slip away from the dreamworld, I saw myself standing on the edge of a cheerfully painted simple wooden boat, wearing a beat up string bikini and little skirt, atop skinny little fruit-fed legs that knew exactly where they were going. A hand-strung hammock lazed seductively under a sunshade, and I knew there was food and a few belongings stowed away beneath me. My black cat watching out at the bow. <\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately the excitement of hitting on something that buzzed me up so much woke me suddenly. But as I backtracked over the dream in those fast-melting moments of dream catching I remembered how I spent my days visiting islands, speaking a strange language, picking fruit and buying gasoline, colourful people I met as I floated from shore to shore. Then I remembered how it all began &#8211; Joseph decided to go on an incredible adventure, he got a boat and I wanted to go with him so badly. But then I realised it would be more fun for each of us to have a small boat of our own to adventure around in.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/dream-boat.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"dream boat\" width=\"333\" height=\"333\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-11044\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I want this. So badly. And I keep dreaming of Belize.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The colours were almost unbearably bright. The sun flared through my eyelashes. Delicious excitement pulsed through me as I bit into a plump mango, the juice running down darkly tanned twiggy arms. And as I started to slip away from the dreamworld, I saw myself standing on the edge of a cheerfully painted simple wooden [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[220,408,223,224,214],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11043","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-desireth","category-diary","category-the-pursuit-of-happiness","category-travelog","category-wildishheart"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11043","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11043"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11043\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}