joie

I was swinging on a swing that went higher and higher. So high that I went past the clouds. Got close to the stars. Tried to catch one, too far away. Swung back towards Earth. The descent was too fast. Woke up with a knot in my stomach.

i was watching the stars with my deceased grandfather. he was pointing out the constellations, telling funny stories about each one. the Big Dipper was an old saucepan, Orion a clumsy hunter. we laughed a lot. a shooting star went by, we made a wish together. i felt immense peace. woke up nostalgic

I was collecting seashells on the beach, each one played a different music. One rock, one samba, one classical. Made a collection. Sitting on the sand to listen to my seashell playlist. A crab came and pinched the rock seashell. I was disappointed. Woke up hearing music.

I was painting a picture, but instead of paint, music was coming out of the brush. Each color a note. I painted a soundscape. Mountains of low sounds, a river of high melodies. A bird landed on the painting and started singing along with it. It was magnificent. When I finished, the painting played the music all by itself. Woke up inspired.

I entered a store that sold bottled clouds. Rain cloud, storm cloud, little sunshine cloud. I bought a 'creative ideas cloud'. Opened the bottle at home, a bright mist came out. I had a lot of crazy ideas: shoes that walk on their own, a bark translator. I wrote everything down. Woke up wanting to invent things.

i was taking pictures of ducks at the park. looking at the photos, the ducks were making funny faces in all of them. tongue sticking out, eyes squinting. i found it hilarious. i showed them to the real ducks, they just said 'quack quack' indifferently. woke up laughing to myself.