As-salam..
Siang da melabuhkan tirai, bulan da munculkan diri, pungguk pulak hilang tah ke mana.
Aish..tengok game bola sorang-sorang, lagu background belakang "..hitam kuning hitam kuning go tigers go tigers.." go Malaysia, black and yellow hello, now can cha' handle that..??
Ok Ok .. dah dah moon.
Well, emm apa nak kata haa.. ~speechless actually~
Lets talk about dreams.. Ah-ha!
Selalu korang mimpi hape haa..?
Tak ingat kan..?
Yelah mimpi ni bersifat sementara kan, malam kita mimpi, tersedar pagi ingat lagi, tak lama kemudian langsung tak ingat terus kan..
Well, nak tahu tak,
FACT: 5 minit terjaga dari tidur, kita segera melupakan 50% dari mimpi dan 10minit kemudian sudah hampir 90% jalan cerita dari mimpi kita dah dilupai..
Deja-vu kan?
KISAH: Samuel Taylor Coleridge adalah seorang penulis puisi terkenal zaman dulu. Pada suatu pagi setelah terjaga dari tidur, dia segera menulis di kertas menggambarkan mimpi yang dialaminya, setelah 54 baris, tetamu datang ke rumahnya, dia berhenti seketika, setelah selesai urusan, dia ingin menyambung penulisannya tetapi gagal kerana dia tidak ingat lagi mimpi tersebut. Puisi itu tidak pernah siap namun, ia telah menjadi salah satu puisi Inggeris yang terkenal berjudul, " Kubla Khan"
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Hmm..susah nak faham..imaginasi yang tinggi ni, mat jenin gamaknye si samuel ni? Tapi I must say, mimpi yang indah.. :)
Hey you guys tahu tak, Robert Louis Stevenson, penulis buku Doctor Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde, dan Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, mendapatkan idea dari mimpi yang mereka alami. Menarik kan, info2 di atas ni dipetik dari blog:
Read more: http://siradel.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-fakta-diketahui-perihal-seputar.html#ixzz1dyUaZcZaNak kongsi sikit mengenai mimpi yang sering saya alami pulak, emm entah laa tapi saya selalu mimpi pasal air. Terutamanya mimpikan sungai atau laut.. Maksud..?? I dunno..
Tapi mimpi yang sangat sebati dengan jiwa, pernah termimpi sungai disertai ladang buah-buahan limau, rumah kayu di lereng ladang, kanak-kanak bermain di sekitar ladang, ada ampaian baju dekat sungai tu, then hujan bercurah-curahan, saya pun kalut pegi angkat baju2, yang pelik tu semua kain2 warna putih, then buah limau jatuh 2 biji, 1 kat tanah 1 kat gigi air sungai, ambik limau tu then makan, masha-Allah manisnya macam makan betul2..
Emm..mimpi yang takkan pernah dilupakan..Sweet sangat..Hey I'm not making up stories ok. Seriously..
Hmm..O Allah, please make my dreams come true..
p/s: dalam hati ada ladang buah.. nyum nyum.. :)
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