I don't remember much of my dream from last night,
but what I do remember is the sound
of
bells added onto a song,
a section of a song,
and
I don't even know if I heard it,
but I knew it was there.
And when I woke up
in the middle of the night,
I woke up and it was dark,
and
instead of
recollecting my memory of that dream,
my mind wandered to another dream I had some years
ago where I had a dream about bells,
and
it was probably the most beautiful dream I've
ever had,
with no real emotion to it,
just pure,
pure sonic beauty.
There was the sound of bells,
kind of like church bells,
but
without the association
that comes with it of weddings or religion.
It was just
the sound of it,
and it was so,
it was so captivating,
so alluring,
quite psychedelic,
quite trippy,
with unexpected
repetitions,
reverb and echo.
And
since that dream,
I have learned to
appreciate the sound
of bells.
I didn't used to like the sound of bells.
I used to find it annoying,
maybe
due to the
association I had with it,
or
the frequency, I don't know.
But
since I've come
to
love the sound of bells,
and I have never,
I didn't, I couldn't recreate that tune,
maybe
you could,
or
maybe you could add some
bells to this,
and it will go echo,
echo,
and here's
a bell, and the same one is ringing again.
It also, it also reminds me of
yet another
dream I had,
near that time I had the
dream made out of bells.
Also a sonic dream,
but
a lot more complex.
I couldn't even
begin to try
to recall that tune that my mind made.
It was like my whole being was
embodied in that,
in that,
in that sound.