I wrote a song about a dream I had last night. It took an hour or so. My dad harmonizes quite well by playing Xbox (Call of Duty: Black Ops) in the background.
I had to wing this pretty hard. This is the first and only full take. I didn't even know there'd be an outro, but my FINGERS kept going, so I went with it. I'll be like all the 90's musicians and say the pictures are open to your own interpretation!
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I feel like the Universe was speaking to me in this tripppppy dream I had last night. I'm at a park waiting to meet up with a girl (I think for a concert), and I see this small group of elderly people stroll by. As I'm watching them pass, I literally become one of them. I'm hobbling along with them into a hotel building. We are getting in an elevator because we want to go take a nap, and I see some cash on the floor. I have difficulty bending over to grab the cash, but I pick it all up (maybe $6). I feel happy as I wobble into the elevator. The dream ends.
I woke up from this dream at around 4 and just laid there like "0_0." I came to some pretty deep conclusions while wasting the few hours of sleep I had left.
I started thinking about how success is gauged in our society. You're only successful if you have what we as a spoiled, superpower society deem as a lot of money or possessions. Why not gauge success by whether or not someone has found true love, is raising a happy family, or is an all-around loving person? Old Man Me was happy when he found the cash on the floor, regardless of the fact that, in his youth, he had waited in that same park for a girl that, I'm assuming, never showed up. That's how some lives end, and that's one of my worst fears: being old, having money, but lacking that critical "better half."
Maybe she just went to the bathroom to fix her wind-blown hair :)
keilat711 1 year ago
@keilat711 SHE TOLD YOU?!
Yoshiling 1 year ago