This is the True Magic


Dreamt on 2013/9/26 – We were in an indoor garden and there were a lots of kids. They’re picking up flowers and leaves from the plants inside. They were happy. Then a magician came in and performed magic tricks to them. They became happier. But the enthusiasm needs to be improved.

So when the magician left, I went to their spot and said, “You want to see some real magic?”, and they all said, “Yes!”.

Then I waved my hands in the air and said, “This is the true magic.” Then suddenly, the flowers and the leaves all floated in the air and they were shocked and amazed. After a while, they started to smile and jump all around because of what they have seen.

I, with my power, let the flowers and leaves dance in accordance with a music in my mind. It surrounded the kids and flew above them and into the ceiling. They circled through the room. And I could hear were lots of laughter, of joy, of happiness coming from the kids. And it made me more happier than them. It made me more content and all I could do is just smile with my heart.


The Secret Project

Dreamt on 2015/5/12 – It’s a cloudy day on an open field. There’s a stage and the production crew is at left side of it if you’re facing the stage. There’s a projector screen on both sides. I’m with a friend. She’s one of the photographers and videographers for the event. Her gear consists of a full frame camera, a Go Pro and a laptop. It had rained a bit which made the soil a bit muddy. And so our shoes were covered by the mud so we have to cover our feet with plastic.

She’s not in the tech booth at that time. And I noticed her laptop is connected to the projector so I assumed she’s about to display something. So I decided to turn on the projector and play the video. The video presents something like a documentary of someone’s journey and how she discovers the culture of the towns he/she visited. And that’s when I noticed I found something she’s been secretly keeping that she told me before. And I remembered that she said she’s busy with this project of hers. So I thought that maybe the video clip that I accidentally played on the big screen is one of the clips that she had been filming.

Her secret project.

She’s happy though. And I’m kinda tired resting my arms in her shoulders. And it’s ashamed to know that it’s weighing her much. So I have to stand up on my own.


PS. I forgot this one but I could remember the picture of the stage, the mud and the projected film.


Piece by piece you reveal yourself. Face down in the ground, clinging at the cliff, reaching out for something. Seems like you’re lost and troubled. So I immediately look out for you and hold you tight feeling the emptiness in your heart. I wonder what happened so I listen to your stories of heartaches. And as you recover, I feel the pain that’s strangling you and I’m here standing in front of you, wanting you to stop already. Let go and be happy again. Smile and go travel again.