Michael Bublé – Lost
This morning I woke up just before six o'clock, unusual time for me who love to sleep and recover some hours of inspiration and tranquility of the night, but these days I predict that I will wake up earlier than usual because I will have to take care of the house and some things.
Usually even if I try to fall asleep before, I always take some time and still fall asleep practically always after midnight: I'm a fairytale character and midnight is magical!
I woke up and got up with a dream and a song in my head.
The Dream It was about a person I know and I don't know, who lives between the real dimension (which I like little and I find cold) and the magic (much warmer and sweeter, in my world).
A magical figure close but also far away. How is it possible that it is? She is close because after knowing her in the magical world, I look for her and for me she is very important, far away because reality and a certain distance, distances her from me!
When I am with her in the magical dimension, an intelligence and emotion different from the common give me warmth. Absence of judgment and indeed, she manages to grasp and highlight the best aspects of me and I can see the best sides in her.
In reality, other attentions and other things distance her from me and, when I meet her, she is decidedly colder and less particular, much more with common mechanisms than hard to appreciate.
The song that I had in my head is Lost sung by Michael Bublè.
I had the phrase in my head: "And we will be together" that I looked for, somehow on the Internet and here is the video reported here, in this blog post!
I think the dream and the song are somehow connected!
I don't think it's a coincidence that in my dream I approached the magical figure (to which it seems difficult to stay close and to have its attention and closeness in the reality dimension) and that waking up I sang a phrase of a song called Lost!
Reading now, however, the translation of the text, I do not find myself there!
The lyrics of the song seem aimed at a she and for a she while I prefer to point the lighthouse at me and then if it wasn't a she? She is a person, someone in whom you see something; a presence, a soul, perhaps an energy! The brush is still drawing, has no shape or perhaps there is but it is to be heard "with the heart" beyond what appears.
As the words speak, I prefer to describe how I feel and how I see myself rather than get lost in seeking the attention of the other side. I would like a whole, an us in a magical moment. Lost or lost, for me it means more than the translation of the lyrics song I read.
Lost and perhaps distracted by a dimension that is not, in some way, ours. Well-being is in a slice of corner where distractions do not distract us and where we can really be us in our best part, in presence and not in absence, close and not far away.
Together to turn darkness into light and pleasant warmth: This is my dream, a corner of happiness denied.
In the dream I said something that the other side liked and so, with some purring, we approached. I woke up with this feeling of being able to get close to her escaping from magic to reality, losing your magical and particular side, moving away from me!
In the dream we were close, we were close and this is the beautiful feeling with which the dream was a dream, beautiful that has lulled me in the awakening of this new and particular day.
