Now that it’s almost spring, I finally finished the crochet scarf made from the yarn I spun sometime ago.
I woke up from a strangest dream last night. It was slightly nightmare-ish in that it was dark and accompanied by doom-ish feeling. In the dream, the entire forest (which is perpetually nighttime) is a resonating box where it is completely silent except for that every motion in it translated into a sonic emotion. In my dream when I discovered this, I danced (except it wasn’t really me, and I was watching “me” as a third person) and the forest made music. The funny thing is that I can probably recreate this sound, if I wanted to. And if I wanted to go one step further, I even have friends who knows all about motion(dance) triggering sounds (Hi! I miss you!!). But for now, I’m content just knowing I can, and have no intention of realizing it actually. But seriously, how does my brain come up with these strange things? This isn’t the first musical dream either. I heard music in my dream when I was in high school. Few years later in college, I figured out that the strange music in my dream made use of quintal harmony (and I did recreate it for a project!).