I think I only slept like 2 hours, but they were very comfortable. I was extremely tired because I had woken up early eyes refused to stay open. I went to sleep and when I woke up I was very sleepy, very hungry, really wanted to pee, and when I sat down to listen to music, I was inspired at once, as if it were the best music I had ever listened to.
Some pretty music
The album I want to share is Tear the roots by Kaleida. Here's a Youtube Playlist (it has all the songs! It's rare to find those). I had saved the title song when I was last in Discovery mode on Spotify. When I listened to it again today, it reminded me a lot to Florence + The Machine. One of the two girls in the duo certainly has a voice that is very similar to Florence's.
The voice of this singer who reminds me of Florence seems "whole", and this pushes the illusion that the songs are more serious and have more aesthetic weight. I think Florence's lyrics are much more thought-filled, though, but that doesn't take one bit from this duo's music, which is a very wonderful find. I particularly love the songs Coco, 99 Luftballons (in German) and Tear the Roots. If I had to describe it, I would say that it is crisp but filled with subtleties, heavy and full but with attention to detail and easy to digest. The music is much more electronic-focused.
My afternoon nap dream
I had my phone stolen... again... and at the same spot as my other dream where I had escaped to and felt safe. My chronological memory starts after being interviewed by two detectives. I was taking pictures with my friends with a phone, laughing. There was delicious ice cream. I said
All my pictures are saved automatically through the cloud into Laura's phone.
It seemed that at some point in time (I think it was primary), we had made some very strong pact of friendship and I had set her phone as the recipient of my backups. My dad worriedly asked me "why didn't you tell this to the detectives?", and I responded that I didn't think it had been relevant. There wasn't anything relevant to the case in those pictures and everything was only for me.
I chose the name Laura because I have no idea what the girl was called. I tried really hard to remember, but nothing comes out. All I remember is that she was short and had black hair. We had talked in primary school (7-10 years old) and we had made a pact that we would both save a specific video in our phones. It was the video of a song from the Chavo del 8 soundtrack.
I told my dad that I didn't remember why we had made the pact. I tried to remember the situation and told him everything I remembered about it: "It was in a restaurant in a table for two and the ambience seemed heavy orange-yellow". I remember it now as a bit more green. He told me "judging from the gestures with which you describe it, it seems to have been in a club", and I was surprised because that was also my impression, like a restaurant beside a pool. I asked him how he knew and he said that I seemed to describe it in a "free" and "lighthearted" manner that matches with a fun open-air place where you're free to roam.
After we talked about this, I remember that I had thrown myself to the floor while describing a part, then jumped back up and walked to the living room while looking at the floor and drooling. I was amazed that I had let myself fall to this state of discomposure and tried to recover.
I went and started thinking about the girl, wondering if she remembered the time of the pact as fondly as I did. I went to her perspective and was beside her as she showed her phone to her friends. One of them asked her about it and she was explaining it while scrolling down. I saw that there were music sheets of Chavo del 8 soundtrack arrangements for piano, that the video was there, and that there were other videos and songs.
I was surprised that she had taken the pact much more seriously than I had. I had simply left the video there and remembered it as if the event, the video and her existence were tied like one little part of my soul, but I remembered everything very fuzzily and I hadn't made any effort to deepen my knowledge of what we had in common (that song video) while she had even learnt to play an instrument and had many adaptations of it (which means that she still had the melody etched into her mind and had made it part of her life's mission to study it). I felt lazy and undeserving this level of compromise. This partially reminds me of times when I have dug too deep into things I had been given and the people who gave them to me were both astounded and dismissive about my effort, calling it "trying too hard".
I feel like this dream moment is very nice. We feel sometimes that our lives are too ephemeral, meaningless and without purpose, but in this dream, I felt that I had a purpose written deep into my soul, like I literally belonged there, with her as an intimate friend with which I shared something I could not share with anyone else. In my dream, I realised I wanted to think more about this all and find out everything I could about this moment that seemed so far away. It was just a dream, though, and it's strange to see the contrast of the dedication and passion in my dream and the unreality of it just as I woke up.