My late grandmother is always right—never let your self drown in imagination, of what is made up of pieces of dreams and creativity or else you will found your self sank too deep; your hands couldn’t reach for the surface and you will never find a way out. I have never taken her words seriously because I was stupid back then to literally understand what she meant but now that I am slightly older than I was when she was still alive, I guess she is precisely correct.
I have been re-watching the teaser by FT Island for more than a hundred times since yesterday and I guess it effected my imaginations quite terribly. I was haunted with a nightmare of which I dreamt about stumbling upon five puppets that came alive magically. I guess it was a nightmare because I was awfully drenched in sweat but fortunately that dream gave me this one amazing idea that kept on banging inside my head like a hammer. I can’t recall the images of the five living puppets I saw in my dreamt but surely, I knew those puppets were male’s puppets. I remembered this melodious but melancholy melody I heard through my dream but I can’t seem to figure out what tune it was. Something that made me thinks about nutcrackers.
My family always say that I have unlimited imaginations compared to my siblings. I am always the one who see the thin linings of everything rather than to see the outer self. I guess, this is one ability that I use frequently as I write my fanfic—I have always this space inside my thoughts for the wonders I am about to discover, about the magic I am yet to reveal about life.
37 seconds teaser has done so much to my imaginations—trying to imagine what a four minute video would scares the hell out of me. It is quite disturbing to know how easily my imaginations could be influenced, as if it is made of sponge that absorbs. I have been drafting ideas all day, and it hasn’t drain out the ideas I have inside my thoughts yet.
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