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Red skies are gleaming - oh -
Sea-gulls are flyin’ over
Swans are floatin’ by
Am I dreaming…
Am I dreaming…?
So quiet and peaceful
Tranquil and blissful
There’s a kind of magic in the air
What a truly magnificent view
A breathtaking scene
With the dreams of the world
In the palm of your hand
A cosy fireside chat
A little this, a little that
Sound of merry laughter skippin’ by
Gentle rain beatin’ on my face
What an extraordinary place!
And the dream of the child
Is the hope of the man…
— Queen - A Winter’s Tale
I wonder why it is, that Winter is a season of dreams… At other times, we’re concerned with what’s happening now, and we live our lives focused on the present.
Erm… well, at least I seem to.
But as it approaches the Winter, it’s almost as if my mind is freed… Memories of past Winters and desires for the future, come flooding in as the skies turn dark and the world turns cold…
The summer passed and the sunshine faded in what seemed a brief moment… Suddenly, evenings were cold and dark again… The first illnesses of the season… Dreaming of a roaring open fire…
Suddenly, it’s not the relaxed, carefree summer anymore. Everything about us has changed with the wind. The breeze that blew us gently through our lives has turned cold, and swept everything we’ve known away before it. Things are… different, now… and thay’ll never go back to how they were, just as the brown autumn leaves can never return to their tree…
“Forever Love, Forever Dream
Only overflowing thoughts of love
Please bury all of the terrible, sorrowful time
Oh tell me why
All I see is blue in my heart
Will you stay with me
Until the winds pass
All my tears overflow again
Forever Love, Forever Dream…“
— X, “Forever Love”
So, it’s happened - I’ve finally made it back to the world of education again. Even though I’ve lived on my own before, moving to University is the first time I’ve had to live with people I don’t already know. The thing is, I’m wondering if this is some kinda’ strange psychological experiment - I’m the only guy out of the 9 occupants of this flat. It’s a bit of an odd experience, but we all seem to get along pretty well.
Seeing as it’s Freshers’ Week and all, I think I’ll be going out every night this week… Still, I’ve been here less than 24 hours and have already met two old friends, at least a dozen new ones, and made them all ph33r my un-l33t dancing skillz. Maybe that last one wasn’t necessarily a great idea, but I figure I might as well just be myself and accept that I like dancing like that…
There’s a ton of forms I’ve got to fill in, and I’ve got to register with a GP here, but all that can wait until tomorrow. Well, today really. And I’ve found out that connecting to the uni network costs £150 and takes 7 days to set up… I guess my n MBps connection (where n is large) will have to wait a little longer…
The red and brown leaves blew in the air,
as dreams and memories flowed past on the wind.
Walking slowly through the frigid stillness,
fighting the sudden coldness of the world.
But in time the flowers came again,
to shine in the sunlight of a gentle morning.
And now the lazy sunshine days are here again,
our world a glittering jewel in the light.
Yet soon, the western winds will blow once more,
and we will be whisked away on a merry-go-round of dreams.
“But, for certainty, back then
We loved so many yet hated so much
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves Yet even then we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies…“
— from the opening to Chrono Cross.
“Can you still see your dreams in the distant, starry sky?
Are they more vivid than they were when you were little?
When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion.
I used to believe without a doubt that I could reach my dreams, no matter how far off they were.
But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart.
Dreams are more fragile and fleeting than a glass rose,
so then why are we destined to dream?”
— “Scarlet”, opening song from Ayashi no Ceres
For years I’ve dreamed my dream, and always shall I dream it…
It always used to inspire me, full of hope and burning desire for the future. But now, the time I dreamt of has passed, and now I’m left feeling as if my time is running out… I’ve got years of life planned ahead of me, and there seems to be no time for the adventure I still yearn for…
Is this the fate of all people born in modern times, to have their adventures confined to dreams, and never more real than a whisper of thought…?
“And the Dreamer shall break loose the chains of Fate,
and the Light shall guide him unto his Dream.”
— From the Prophecy Of The Dreamer
All the things I’ve done up to now… they don’t seem to have lasted. The work that I did at school - it started and finished there. And I was just the same as everyone else, and what I did there would never be important.
But now, the things I’m making might still be around in years, or maybe decades time… And maybe I’ll see them then, the things that I did… and maybe I’ll remember what I did, and how, and why… I might remember the music I was listening to, the friends I had, the view from my office window…
Maybe I’ll be proud… maybe I won’t care. Maybe I won’t remember… Maybe my life will have taken me far away from the things I try hard for now, and maybe they’ll fade into unimportance too…
“Come with me in the twilight of a summer night for awhile
Tell me of a story never ever told in the past.
Take me back to the land
Where my yearnings were born
The key to open the door is in your hand
Now take me there
to the land of twilight…“
— “The Key of Twilight”, from .hack//SIGN
The breeze rustling the trees in the gardens by the sea… The villages on the hill sparkling like stars in the darkness… The town lit up with festival lights… The cold water lapping calmly against the side of the pier… And up here, just the wind…
No matter where I go, where I have to move to, I’ll always remember this place.
And I will be back. One day, I’ll come back here and I’ll never leave…
Summer is brilliant… It’s 27 degrees (C) in Weymouth today, the sun’s shining and the sky’s pure blue…
And best of all, even though it’s 5 o’clock already, there’s at least four more warm hours of sunshine left…
I wonder, what it is that makes us human? Perhaps, it’s beauty. Not being beautiful, but perceiving beauty.
When a cat sees a bird, it sees food. Fairly so, since cats eat birds - it is instinct for them to see birds as food. When a cat sees a flower - unless it sees it as a toy - it disregards it. There’s nothing instinctively useful to a cat in a flower.
But when a human sees a flower, they can see it as beautiful. Fine, it has no instinctive use, but appeals to our senses. But when we see a bird, we can also percieve that as beautiful, even though our instinct should be telling us “birds are food”…
City lights… Endlessly repeating their story, night after night, in tribute to our taming of the darkness. But the darkness can never be tamed, we have not the power to overcome the blackness of night. So, for now, the lights of the cities twinkle in the darkness, a mirror of the lights above. Earthbound constellations, longing to break their bindings and be one with their brothers, the stars…