Day Dreaming Day Dreams

Blog No. 173: Day Dreaming Day Dreams

Can't read my poker face... You prolly could, but still.

Point being, I have a lot on my mind. Thing is, I can't put it to words. I don't think anyone can, partly because it's quite literally a symphony, but still... It's serious.

The first thing I remember paying attention to all day was the conversation with my mom while she was driving me to school. It wasn't a lively conversation at all, really. It was a simple back and forth, then I whipped my head back when it all became clear that I was zoning out for most of the morning. I honestly could not remember how I got up this morning. Did I get coffee?

Not only that, but I had realized that I was listening to this symphony of random music, a variety of pieces of music composed in my head from reading fiction stories while I was zoned out. (Every time I get immersed into the book, I try to involve my other senses into the story as well, which, for me, involves adding background music. Basically, I'm creating a soundtrack for the movie version of the book in a day dream. XD). I could see myself on the conducting podium, standing before the orchestra, where the strings sat in front of the woodwinds who sat in front of the choir standing on steps, with some percussion on either side with squareish sound buffers posted in front of some of the instruments.

I remembered hearing how Bella's Lullaby had sounded in my head before the actual Bella's Lullaby was even created, or how the music swelled when Edward left Bella behind in the woods. I can hear the music when I read the clash between Bellatrix Lestrange and Molly Weasley in the final book, or when I read how all the school kids on that island killed poor Simon in that campfire... When Pudge finally realizes that Alaska would never be coming back... When Nick could see that Daisy would never return the amount of devotion Gatsby had given her... When Pi finally landed ashore, but was not able to say goodbye to the tiger as he disappears into the jungle, becoming only a memory...

Not only that music, but also the original music created in my mind during some dreams, like the Mallet Trio dream (in the Summer Dreamscapes blog), or when I have those falling dreams where I'd fall for no reason, only to fall through the point of impact when I had reached the Earth...

All of it I remembered in that split second when I realized was even in a day dream.

Can you day dream in a day dream?

Totally weird... XP