梦想与现实
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
我只是爱做梦I have lots of dreams. That include both the Martin Luther King Jr kind of dream and dreams, you know, when you get at night while sleeping.
Three nights ago, I had this really queer dream. I was standing near the edge of a cliff in a secluded mountainous area, and the sun was setting. Looking out, I could see reddish clouds moving around, ever changing. Then, as I watched with fascination [Shows how bored I must be in my dream to be observing clouds. 0.0], the clouds formed the shape of a doorway. A portal. So the first thing that came to my mind was '我看到了「圣堂之门」！阿沁的那首歌！' Oh mans. I saw a doorway that leads to, I suppose, heaven? What is that suppose to mean. I need a dream doc!
That's not the first time that I've dreamt about weird things that have NO link to my life. I mean, I'm okay with dreaming of MayDay autograph session four consecutive nights before the actual day, dreaming of sending them off, dreaming of the concert, dreaming of Mr and Mrs Smith inviting me to their house [Ah that's another weird one], dreaming of Frog visiting my house [ah this is one embarrassing dream]. But why did I dream of some Star Wars kind of universe? And me being a boy living in a hut near an airbase in that universe? And that the pilots of the fighter planes were the protectors of the universe? And that they were my heroes? But they were prosecuted by the High Court of that universe for killing an innocent civilian? And the day before their execution, they flew on the skies one last time, which made me cry like mad? Hello, I don't even watch Star Wars. I watched one episode after that dream. 0.o Then there's another weird one. I dreamt of Backstreet Boys! That's not all! I'm one of the 'Boys'! Woohoo! And I was pissed off with my bandmates! So I wanted to quit!
Sometimes, I think the person I understand the least is myself.
Then I'm going back to MayDay. [Of course, wocha expect?] The five of them dream loads too. I guess that's why I'm here. That's why they are where they are now. Just read an article in i weekly on the concert, and dang, it's touching. It's written in a way only a fan will, or at least one who understands MayDay's music. Not like any other concert report, this one talks more about their 音乐理念 [music beliefs?!] and why, after so many years, they continue to draw crowds.
“听得到”五月天的人，基本上还相信、还天真。所以，能和唱的人一起疯，一起笨，一起舞，一起动情…… －i weekly
How well written. 不想放弃，因为还有属于自己的倔强，还天真的相信。可能永远只能做一个憨人吧，一条翻不了身的咸鱼，但是活得开心就好啊。
I'm changing my blogskin. To my old one. Is it because I'm losing faith? Truth is, my ship is sinking. My Sparrabeth ship. I'm.. sticking with the ship as it gets swallowed by the Kraken. Faith, ain't it a strange thing? The minute you start to believe, you won't stop believing in it till the very last second of your life. Even if you think you have lost faith, there's still a small spark of hope in the deepest corner of your heart. But if you choose not to believe, then you'll never believe. [What am I talking about? I'm not making any sense here.] To have faith and to lose faith, both are equally difficult choices I guess. 要拿得起，放得下，其实很难。[Oh, I'm not talking specifically about religion here haha.]
五月天。有了你们，我才重新找回了最真实的自己。
--愛做夢的傻瓜--
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