Whether it is based on actual data or has become personal folklore, my mind tells me that if I place too much hope on something coming true, it won’t. That a dream I’m dead sure will come to pass, shant.
The subconscious ones are no less in my control. Oh, I might know what inspired an appearance or a prop to appear. But my brain makes it’s own tracks and keeps the controls away from me.
my dreams are abstractions to me. I don’t follow the likely ones too close, well, perhaps better to say with no real seriousness.
The ones I live are the ones that will never happen. Whole conversations with people I will never meet. Ideas for dwellings in just the perfect place. The ones where the stars align just so.
Dreams are fickle things that I am still learning to dance with. They help the work day pass. They are snacks, not a full meal.
And I wonder if they should be more. Or that’s all I can manage.
A change to my outlook came because of the 7, through their music but not of their music.
A land of a city, a food, a moment in history.
The small box in my head that belonged to “South Korea”. All in black and white and flat.
Then I was shown color and movement.
Glimpses of history and culture, honored but brought into a present context.
The city of only a name, given a face.
Like any modern city, it’s a weekend dream.
And a weekday reality.
A place where three generations of a family (scheduled around vacations and late work days) react to the videos of their youngest member’s oppas, who sometimes visit her in her dreams.
Where a MV Director, Assistant Director, and Editor don’t let their knowledge of the biz get in the way of enjoying themselves.
I’ve liked music from groups outside the U.S. But they didn’t make me take baby steps with food from their countries, or neighboring ones. They didn’t make me want to learn their languages, their alphabets.
I could not have given you a reason how or why a change like this happened to me.
Cause it took 7 reasons. All wanting and happy to show you their homeland. To invite you to
Into the Dark you go.
Down below, so very cold.
Shadows that hug and hide a death.
Sounds too loud and circling.
Yes, into the Dark you go.
For treasures untold.
But are all dangers known?
And will you be seen
Once again in the Sun?
The smile was now theirs, as they had proved to the world their worth.
Their names were legend. Their deeds sung.
Coin they had, but did not need.
Always those who paid for the priviledge of their company.
The journey back to their home, so small and quiet now.
And the friendship held, grown even deeper.
Always would they be bonded.
Always together to remember the one lost.
All, and yet nothing.
The will must be there.
The learning, the time spent.
The desire to KNOW THIS. DO THIS.
To know what others know, yet make it your own.
The thrill of creation, of a new spell to bear your name.
To continue beyond the now, beyond this life. To be remembered.