Question of the day.

Hi people! 🙂

Here’s my question for you today:

In which way have you surprised yourself this week?

My answer:

Well, that wasn’t a very big surprise maybe, but I couldn’t think of anything else. It surprised me that, the night before last, I was crying in my sleep, because I am generally not a big cryer, or at least definitely not in such situations when I’m just plain sad, even when it’s very sad, or moved by something either positive or negative. My Mum and grandma both have eyes on a very wet spot and can cry about anything that moves them, but I usually only cry when really angry or overloaded and just pretty much physically can’t keep any more feelings inside. I had a dream about my grandma (yes, that same who cries so much) that she was dying. In the morning Mum asked me if it was corona that she was dying of, and that wasn’t clear to me what it was, but it’s possible because she had real trouble breathing. She was lying in her bed and there were loads of people in her bedroom – us, all my Mum’s siblings with their families, all my grandma’s siblings with their families, I guess even my grandad’s family. – She was praying, and we were praying with her. I am often more like an observer than participant in my dreams and see things in a kind of neutral, emotionally detached way, often either from the point of view of someone else, everyone involved or just an observer, rather than just myself. And so it didn’t feel like I was sitting there with them, I was sort of looking down on themm and hearing what they were saying and I was separate from them, I don’t think they could even see me.

My grandma is generally a very melancholic person, a huge worrier and catastrophist and I call her Fillyjonk – like Fillyjonk from the Moomins – but in my dream she was happy – just in a calm, peaceful, quietly satisfied way like I’ve never seen her in real life – usually when she’s happy in real life it’s because she’s moved by something, and then she cries anyway so it’s kind of bittersweet, or at least so it looks to me. At some point though, she started worrying and talking about someone, I don’t remember why, or maybe I couldn’t even fully understand it in the dream, but I know she was worrying about one of her grandchildren and her worries had something to do with school, so I think it could be my cousin who is currently experiencing some school troubles and to whom she’s very close because she’s actually bringing him up no less than his parents as they live very close. So she grew very nervous and worried what will happen after she died, people tried to calm her down, and the more she was nervous, the more she couldn’t breathe, and then she just died.

Then my point of view shifted so that I was more participating in the dream and only then it hit me what happened. The whole room was quiet, everyone was so shocked, and I suddenly started crying like I think I never did in my real life. It was as much strange that, while I do like my grandma and she is a really lovely person, I don’t have that much of a personal connection with her, same as with most of my family, so it was a really strange reaction and I was really surprised even in the dream.

Then I woke up and realised that my eyes were actually wet and that I must have seriously cried in my sleep, and as it was about Misha’s waking time – 4 AM – he was wide awake and curiously peaking out of his bed and had his paw on my cheek. 😀

That was really quite a strange dream, but strange dreams are intriguing, and I don’t mind them if they’re not sleep paralysis, even if their topic is negative. I think it happens to me more than most people I know that I cry in my sleep, but I think that night was probably the most emotional in that respect, and I was wondering about the whole sleep crying thing – since I often find it difficult to cry even when I want to, maybe it’s some sort of release of actual emotions for my brain, and that’s how it’s coping with some shit that I am at the moment unable to get rid of while being conscious and in control. – In any case, I think brain is absolutely fascinating, but sleep is probably even more in a way.

On a slightly different note, today I also had a dream involving death and quite emotional, but no crying. I dreamt that I met some friends online that I was getting along really well with – it was actually a whole family, parents and children, though I’m pretty sure all of their children were grown up already or maybe one of themm was a teenager, but they lived all together somewhere in the countryside, I have a vague feeling that it might have been somewhere in England, because some parts of my dream were in English, also the mummy had a bit of a Scouse accent and I think England was mentioned somewhere in that dream. – And for some reason I moved to them and lived with them permanently. They were really such cool people, I had something in common with each of them, I remember they had a huge house with a huge garden, what I know for sure is that they had loads of apples in there haha and they had a horse, we spent a lot of time together just because we genuinely wanted it, we read books together, actually I think one of the girls was a writer. One guy was called… yes! you guessed it! Jack and he was so funny. I also remember the mother particularly well, she was really smart and sweet. I bonded with them all really strongly and closely.

And suddenly they all got sick with something on the same day, were all really ill, and finally all died pretty much at once so I was absolutely devastated and so sad and missed them terribly. I woke up soon after that and couldn’t shake off that sad, longing feeling, I guess I could actually say hiraeth as they call it in Welsh, which is longing for something that has never truly existed, it usually refers to a place but i think it describes what I felt really well. And for a while I couldn’t figure out why I felt like that either. As it happened, there was also some really sad piece of music playing on my Spotify as I woke up, nothing better than having a soundtrack to your dreams! 😀 Of course I got over it when I realised that it was a dream, but I found it really sad, and when I recall the whole thing I still feel strangely sad as I seriously knew those people, and I kind of miss them. But I really enjoyed the part of the dream when I was with them. Maybe I’ll add them to my Brainworld or something so that they’d feel a bit more realistic haha.

So, how about you guys? 🙂

Question of the day.

Hi guys. 🙂

Today, my question for you is:

What would be your dream holiday/vacation? 🙂

My answer:

I think it would be visiting all of my favourite countries, which I have mentioned many times here, along with what I’d like to see/do there and why I’d like to go there so I won’t do that again now. The only thing is that it would probably also be extremely draining for me to squeeze all of them into one holiday, and I’m not sure I’d like it to be this way.

How about you? 🙂

Kate Bush – “And Dream Of Sheep”.

Hi guys. 🙂

One of the more popular musicians that are popular more widely, not just somewhere locally, and whom I actually really like, is Kate Bush. I find something really resonating with me in her music. Not all of it, but most. And I like her voice a lot, though I know quite a few people who don’t and I can’t understand why. 😀 So, I’d like to share with you a few, probably just two, but maybe more, I’m not sure yet, songs by her, that I either just really really like, or have some fabulous associations with, and I have fabulous associations with many Bush’s songs simply because I started to discover her music at a really fabulous time in my life. So here’s the song from more of the latter category – great associations – called “And Dream Of Sheep.

Gwenno – Hunros (Dream).

Hi!

Do you remember Gwenno? I shared one of her songs with you on my first day of blogging here. It was the single of the album “Le Kov” which was still to be released back then. It came out on 2nd March, and I have listened to it many times since then. “Le Kov” means A Place Of Memory, and I must say, that every time I went to this place, I definitely didn’t want to leave and wanted to go deeper and deeper, it’s so mystical and beautiful, and I just love Gwenno’s psychedelic sounds.

Gwenno is from Wales, but apart from being Welsh, she is also Cornish, and Cornish is her second mother tongue. Which is brilliant, since Cornish had extincted, and now is being revived and has only about 1000 speakers. I love Cornish, and if I love a language, I want to hear it in music, but I’ve always found it very hard to find music in Cornish. And this album seems just for me because it’s entirely in Cornish!

“Hunros” means dream in Cornish. The first time I’ve heard it was on BBC in Cerys Matthews’ programme, where she interviewed Gwenno, before the album was released. I heard it, and I just fell in love. It spoke to me. It is so full of longing, and a very speciffic kind of sadness. Gwenno said it is a lullaby she wrote for her son – Nico. A bit weird for a lullaby, but lovely.