Sounds at Midnight: Whispers of Forgotten Dreams.

I just did a return on my playlist and it’s like being hit with a large dose of nostalgia. I’m just in awe of the power sound has over the senses. Sound, smell, touch, sight and taste. The five senses and yet, their power I don’t think we fully comprehend.

I did write here years ago about how one can be transported into the past from music alone. I also wrote how music and sound can be used as a healing medium. There are case studies of this especially with people suffering from either Alzheimer’s or dementia.

Why am I up writing this post at 2:26am? Here’s why. I thought about the power of memories while I was actually in between the world of sleep and being awake. I don’t know how else to explain it. It felt like I was floating between two worlds when the thought hit me. So, I decided to try something.

I went back to my old songs. Songs I would stream for days on end and hit play. Oh what joy! And get this, there are sights that come with this sounds. I don’t know if it’s just me that happens to “see” things with my mind when songs take over my brain, but I see quite a lot. I see what I want and I see how to make it happen. It’s a gradual and very fun process where I even get to feel what it’d be like if that was real.

I feel it all down to the letter. From the slow buildup to the heightened emotions from the climax where it all comes together. Does this happen to you? It’s a feeling I can’t quite put into words and every single time, even though I have never done hard drugs, this must be what taking Molly feels like. Just that I don’t need to destroy my mind for it.

See, there are songs that actually make you see things and songs that don’t. I have an active imagination and no song that goes through my ears does so without any image. There is always a story it creates in my head and this is why I’m so careful with what I listen to. The last thing I want is to feed my mind self destructive emotions.

The song I’m listening to right now reminds me of dreams I built with it. Dreams I haven’t forgotten even it feels like I have. I have acknowledged there is no one way to get stuff done and so, rather than pushing against a wall constantly, I’m finding ways around it. This brings me to another question, do you have dreams that seem so distant? Things you dreamt of doing that no longer really spark that fire they used to.

My dreams remain a constant yearning, fire shut up in my bones. I just don’t talk about it anymore and rather do what is needed to make it work. It’s better this way, don’t you think?

Now, it’s 02:38am and I feel so much better. I have switched songs and listening to another that evoked something of regret within me when I heard it. I and my best friend, @jhymi, listened to it together one time and we did promise to catch up with all the moments we missed as young girls just because we wanted to survive first.

It makes me sad listening to this song which is why I don’t listen to it as much. However, every word brings an image to my head and it’s of things I have never had the pleasure of experiencing thanks to the system of my country (and of course putting responsibilities first before personal wants). This doesn’t mean it won’t happen. It’ll just take time and planning. I will however get to live my dreams. I will see each and every one of them come true. My goals will blossom and my visions will mark the sands of time. There’s no other way around it.