Bababa ba?

I had this weird dream yesterday morning (I took a nap after bringing Vince to school :p)

It felt very enchanting and sad at the same time. It was one of those lucid dreams.

Somehow, it felt like a movie, complete with the cheesy story, camera pans, camera zoom-ins and zoom-outs.

Can’t recall the specifics. Tch. What I remember is, I was with this girl, whom, in my dream, I loved, and who loved me too (no mental image of who she is. She seemingly was concocted for the dream). Obviously, we were happy. But all of a sudden the girl disappears.

I walked for miles and miles and miles looking for her. Eventually I found her, sitting on a bench, weeping. She tells me she can’t be with me.

Apparently, she did some criminal act to save my life (whatever crime that and whatever the threat to my life was, I cannot remember). A cheesy conversation between us ensues.

Me: It’s alright. We can still be happy, you know.
Her: No. You don’t understand.
Me: Please, just be with me.
Her: I’m sorry.

With that, she walks away and disappears.

And I started walking again, in hope of finding her.

And then background music started to play.

And then I woke up. :p

I felt like crying when I woke up. Hahaha. The story was major cheese, and it had this sort of depressing effect on me. I guess the background music majorly contributed to the sadness (Snow Patrol and Martha Wainright’s Set the Fire to the Third Bar, lyrics and streaming music below).

I’ve had many dreams like this. Many times I wake up teary-eyed. Hahaha. (oh BA, you’re so emotional)

I always wanted to remember them, but, my memory always fails me (and dreams, they say, are very, very forgettable). If you read my blog from back then, you’d notice that I have shared a few dreams of mine, and most of them, lack detail. Usually, all I could remember is the emotion that was felt in the dreams, not what happened.

I need a bedside notebook. :p Hahaha.

Anyways. On with the song. It actually was very appropriate for the dream. Emotion-wise and content-wise. :p Listen and enjoy.

Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright - Set the Fire to the Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you’d be
It’s only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I’d find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I’ve found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We’d set the fire to the third bar
We’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can’t keep in

I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms