sweet dreams (are made of this). { 2 }
More dreams I've had in the recent months. ♥ This time, though...I have another dream to talk about -- and this one is DBSK-related! :D
[2]
"We've been running, running; running for what seemed like forever."
--That was my first thought I had when my dream began.
In my dream, I was running.
My whole family was running.
We traveled a lot because we were avoiding someone coming after us, apparently.
But no one would ever say who it was. We never spoke of his name.
--That wasn't the important part, though.
I was feeling lonely, lost, and a little restless,
so I went out of the gas station convenience store we were stopped off at on an overcast day.
It was out in the highway wilderness; "in the middle of nowhere," really.
I guess I figured there was nothing to do & no danger present,
so I went back to the van (that we apparently owned in the dream) on my own.
And sitting in it was none other than Jaejoong,
singing to himself in the backseat of the van.
I didn't dare to move or interrupt him.
Of course. I didn't want to.
Because his voice was so hoarse yet so pure and light and beautiful,
and even if I couldn't understand the words he was singing,
it was still indescribably lovely to listen to.
And he never stopped to ask who I was or explain why he was there
(because I knew for a FACT he was an intruder, but I didn't feel threatened by him at all,
strangely. I knew I was thinking it as the "runaway daughter" character;
my body seemed light & detached, floating on air, even.
But I wasn't afraid, not at all. For some reason, 'I' thought,
this strange & handsome man was very, very comforting.)
In the time I slowly took my place in the passenger seat,
listening to him and watching him from afar, swaying to the sad & gentle melody,
I saw him smiled at me briefly while singing.
And 'I' thought, "Ahhh. What a nice smile~"
I guess even though I was in a dream, 'I' knew wanted to treasure that smile.
Because it just seemed so...real to me, I guess.
It grounded me, really.
It left me feeling liberated.
I woke up shortly thereafter, but I felt strangely fulfilled for the rest of the day.
Maybe it was the fact that this dream actually made some semblance of sense
in its incoherence, or maybe because I got to see Jaejoong (LOL)...
But it really was a nice dream! ^^
Even my 'self' in the dream felt satisfied after he finished singing...
I guess it was a reminder to myself to treasure the little things --
the small moments where you can feel truly, truly free --
because they're so far & few in between that they deserve to be thought of as precious. :]
Or something like that.
[2]
"We've been running, running; running for what seemed like forever."
--That was my first thought I had when my dream began.
In my dream, I was running.
My whole family was running.
We traveled a lot because we were avoiding someone coming after us, apparently.
But no one would ever say who it was. We never spoke of his name.
--That wasn't the important part, though.
I was feeling lonely, lost, and a little restless,
so I went out of the gas station convenience store we were stopped off at on an overcast day.
It was out in the highway wilderness; "in the middle of nowhere," really.
I guess I figured there was nothing to do & no danger present,
so I went back to the van (that we apparently owned in the dream) on my own.
And sitting in it was none other than Jaejoong,
singing to himself in the backseat of the van.
I didn't dare to move or interrupt him.
Of course. I didn't want to.
Because his voice was so hoarse yet so pure and light and beautiful,
and even if I couldn't understand the words he was singing,
it was still indescribably lovely to listen to.
And he never stopped to ask who I was or explain why he was there
(because I knew for a FACT he was an intruder, but I didn't feel threatened by him at all,
strangely. I knew I was thinking it as the "runaway daughter" character;
my body seemed light & detached, floating on air, even.
But I wasn't afraid, not at all. For some reason, 'I' thought,
this strange & handsome man was very, very comforting.)
In the time I slowly took my place in the passenger seat,
listening to him and watching him from afar, swaying to the sad & gentle melody,
I saw him smiled at me briefly while singing.
And 'I' thought, "Ahhh. What a nice smile~"
I guess even though I was in a dream, 'I' knew wanted to treasure that smile.
Because it just seemed so...real to me, I guess.
It grounded me, really.
It left me feeling liberated.
I woke up shortly thereafter, but I felt strangely fulfilled for the rest of the day.
Maybe it was the fact that this dream actually made some semblance of sense
in its incoherence, or maybe because I got to see Jaejoong (LOL)...
But it really was a nice dream! ^^
Even my 'self' in the dream felt satisfied after he finished singing...
I guess it was a reminder to myself to treasure the little things --
the small moments where you can feel truly, truly free --
because they're so far & few in between that they deserve to be thought of as precious. :]
Or something like that.