In a
huge bowl full of strangers I was listening to their music. In fact I was not
exactly listening. The sound was so distorted that half of the tune was
restored from my imperfect memory. I had no idea deep inside my brain the
details of their beats and solos are so thoroughly stored. So I was
simultaneously listening and recollecting the deep harmonies of the tune. For
few seconds I had the impression the song was a semitone lower and the tune
itself sounded somehow strange. Distortion faded away and the melody continued
its acrobatic dance with the rhythms, among the claps and murmurs.
A dark cloud was moving across in a gentle slow motion looking like a slim runaway feline. A song away the feline was dissolving in the dark blue evening sky. Suddenly I was remembering the dream I had a night before. A person shaving its head with and old razor, and then washing its head with a bottle of champagne. So, in my dream, I was thinking that maybe I would have seen it before, and somehow my subconscious was dealing with the weirdness of the fact in its own way. By putting in a dream. Third layers of reality playing hide and seek with my sleeping mind. It seems that all sorts of things and ideas are dissolving then crystalizing in my colorful vivid dreams. But no matter how desperately I long for, you are never there. Once only, in a black and white dream. You were sitting alone at the wooden table looking at me, surrounded by many people. And I was in a hot air balloon, looking at you, knowing that you were there waiting. I was ready to jump when I looked at the rift between us. Then my brain cut the power and send me back out of dream, not before analyzing what would have happen if an idiot like me hastily jumped the balloon basket. Maybe a part of the answers came like wire-worm in an email with pictures, some sort of quotes, funny, kinda foolish, but innocent and fairytale-like. The legend says that on the nights when you cannot fall asleep, probably you are awake in somebody else’s dream. Somewhere in a corner of my mind another musical phrase is playing in loop. If I could close my eyes then I might fall asleep. And I might fall down to the ground in the same slow very slow motion changing the orbit of each sound in this bowl full of strangers listening to music. Fall asleep and disperse myself into different realms of dream. I might find you but do I have the force I need to break into your dreams?
A dark cloud was moving across in a gentle slow motion looking like a slim runaway feline. A song away the feline was dissolving in the dark blue evening sky. Suddenly I was remembering the dream I had a night before. A person shaving its head with and old razor, and then washing its head with a bottle of champagne. So, in my dream, I was thinking that maybe I would have seen it before, and somehow my subconscious was dealing with the weirdness of the fact in its own way. By putting in a dream. Third layers of reality playing hide and seek with my sleeping mind. It seems that all sorts of things and ideas are dissolving then crystalizing in my colorful vivid dreams. But no matter how desperately I long for, you are never there. Once only, in a black and white dream. You were sitting alone at the wooden table looking at me, surrounded by many people. And I was in a hot air balloon, looking at you, knowing that you were there waiting. I was ready to jump when I looked at the rift between us. Then my brain cut the power and send me back out of dream, not before analyzing what would have happen if an idiot like me hastily jumped the balloon basket. Maybe a part of the answers came like wire-worm in an email with pictures, some sort of quotes, funny, kinda foolish, but innocent and fairytale-like. The legend says that on the nights when you cannot fall asleep, probably you are awake in somebody else’s dream. Somewhere in a corner of my mind another musical phrase is playing in loop. If I could close my eyes then I might fall asleep. And I might fall down to the ground in the same slow very slow motion changing the orbit of each sound in this bowl full of strangers listening to music. Fall asleep and disperse myself into different realms of dream. I might find you but do I have the force I need to break into your dreams?
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