A brief explanation of the title, Sepiated Spirals - スト-カ-...

    We carry notebooks everywhere in our college lives, with often a different one for each class, so the simple act of writing down our thoughts at the turn of a fresh page is always available.

    Altogether, biology, English, math, come together into a myriad of experiences and ideas throughout the day.

    Old ideas combine with new, and we learn from our sepia-toned past.

    The background image is a sepia-tone shot of interlinked spiral notebooks - the eiptome of Sepiated Spirals.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Right down to it

It seems like all I have are dreams to go by these days. I've been sitting around. A lot. First I lost motivation to really do anything, then I lost motivation to look for a job, then I lost motivation to get re-motivated. I think I need a muse.

Anyway, my dreams can potentially hold the light. In fact, my most recent dream -- not two hours ago -- held quite an amazing light. I was in Utah Valley again, on a Sunday morning. Early, early, early. Before sunrise. The house I was in was a combination of my aunt's and another person's, and it had a lot of windows; it had no choice but to be transparent, for the light outside.

The sunrise was glowing. It wasn't just an idle...bleh. It was a blast. Boom. Popped with dark red and dark orange, with flares and flanges of orange and yellow on the edges of towering clouds. It illuminated the entire east sky, not just a tiny, tiny part that most sunrises do with the hint of a tiny globe somewhere behind it. No; imagine that the sun was 1000 times its size, and it was deciding to peek over the mountains on the valley.

Then it went dark again. It faded out. But I willed it back (remember my post about lucid dreaming?) in all its fiery intensity.

I automatically thought of a John Mayer song called 3x5.

A friend of mine was still sleeping below, in the not-basement-but-it-was. My mind skipped ground floor somewhere between the top floor where I was and the basement where my friend was.

I started to look for my camera, but that's when I realized that it's impossible to have cameras in your dreams. It's probably like a fail-safe for our minds, so we can't ever remember a dream exactly. It's too bad. I woke up because my camera really is lost in this real world.
And anyway, You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes.

Have I ever mentioned that John Mayer is an amazing song writer? He has songs for everything, practically. It's relate-able music and lyrics. At high school graduation, he has songs for the nostalgia (No Such Thing), when you're driving on the freeway and don't want to go home yet, Why Georgia sums it up well. For my dreams that I don't want, Dreaming With a Broken Heart sympathizes. Change: Stop This Train.
It goes on and on.

Go listen to every John Mayer song and relate a bit. I have.

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