Emotional Music - A Nostalgic Dream

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Song - A Nostalgic Dream ©
Composer & Producer - Peter Gundry
Amazing art by Atekachiri
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Isn't nostalgia such a strange feeling? At times it's comforting and at other times it's extremely saddening.

rockettaco
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We don't realise we're living in the good old days until it's too late.

okie
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When I was younger I'd put my arms in my shirt and told people I lost my arms. I would sleep with all the stuffed animals so none of them would get offended. I had that one pen with 6 colours, and tried to push all the buttons at once. I poured my soda into a cup and acting like I was taking shots. I would wait behind a door to scare someone, but soon leave because they were taking too long or I had to pee. I would fake being asleep, so my parent would carry me to bed. I used to think that the moon followed my car. I would watch those two drops of rain roll down the window and pretend it was a race. I used to swallow fruit seeds and get scared to death that a tree was going to grow in my tummy.
Remember when we were kids and couldn't wait to grow up? What were we thinking?

crimsynheartticker
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I am Male, 63 and the shelves of my library are filled with fairytales, gemstones and stuffed animals. I never gave up. I believe in magic.

thomasnever
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"When we were children, we dream of becoming an adult. Now as an adult, we dream of ones again becoming those children we were long ago. Yet we fail to recognice this child is still part of us, deep down in our heart and soul."

cerii
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" Can you remember who you were,  before the world told you who you should be?" -Charles Bukowski.

giorgichkhatarashvili
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Have you ever heard a song and thought: "I want to watch a movie like that"

gabydelara
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She woke up.
"Mama? Papa?" Tears flooded her eyes as she realized: it had been a dream. She was never seeing them again.
"Auntie?" she asked, tiptoeing through the house. Auntie was nowhere to be seen. She began to feel very alone. No friends, no parents, no hope. It was all over for her, wasn't it?
Then it happened.
"Hello."
She turned. "Mr. Longears?" she asked in wonder. "But aren't you a stuffed rabbit?"
He nodded solemnly. "I'm here to take you to Dreamland. It will all be okay. Just follow me."

honeyfire
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Once we were dreamers
Little artists hid within our inner eye
And painted images no one remembers
Horned horses and little winged people littered our mindscape
A canvas in the backs of our eyes
filled with vivid colors and imagination untamed
Once we were dreamers
Our little hearts filled with joy and wonder,
we could not be understood by those that grew older but we did not care,
for within our minds we were kings and queens,
we were knights and sorcerers who shaped the world with our minds,
built armies with wooden soldiers and conquered dragons with naught but our magic words
Once we were dreamers
We held treasures vast and uncountable,
intangible but real in our eyes,
gold bright as the sun, diamonds that shone like distant stars and silver glistening like the moon,
how bright our treasures were, our precious dreams
Once we were dreamers
But the world looked down upon that
They saw our unicorns and little fairies and claimed they were fantasy
They stole away our wooden soldiers and did away with hopes of dragon slaying
For one could not slay what never was
They took our hopes and dreams
and left us responsibility and boredom
Once we were dreamers
But the world told us that dreams could never be
And so we ceased to dream

sriracharamen
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Growing old is Mandatory, growing up is optional.

BlueFireDrakka
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When No one is around, I just open up my laptop, turn this type of music on, and just sit back with my eyes closed. And I just... Imagine. Even if you are an adult, you can still have your imagination.

dealerinfaith
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Today is the happiest day in my life.


A girl I was interested in shared this song to me.
6 hours later, while enjoying this song thinking about her, I finally took the opportunity to ask her out, and to my surprise, she responded to my feelings.
I've never been so happy before, and I'm sure only good thing will happen from now on.



Yesterday, this song was unknown to me, but now it represents the start of my new life, which I hope will last until my last day.
Thank you for this masterpiece, and I wish all of you guys an amazing day and night! :)

Vampenji
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This gives me memories I don’t have.
This gives me feelings of relief I’ve never felt.
This gives me words I’ve never said.
This gives thoughts of dreams I’ve never seen.
*This is making me remember the times I was young.*

TDDZILLA
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I feel as if I’m more scared of growing up than I am of dying...

edit: Thank you all for your replies! It means a lot to me. Since last year, when I made this comment, I have been thinking a lot about life and such. Because of some personal thinking and some of you guys replies, I came to the conclusion that I am not scared of growing up, rather, I am scared of losing the person I am now. I am scared of losing the memories, or not living up to expectations, or losing important people in my life. And I have learned that it's okay to be afraid. It normal to wonder what will happen in our futures. The best advice that I can give to you all reading this is to just live. Enjoy everything as it comes. Becoming older is not something your can stop nor slow down, it's a part of life. You will always find happiness, no matter how old you are. You will always make more memories. There are so many wonderful things that you have not yet experienced. So many amazing memories that you have not yet made. So many wonderful people you have not yet met. This does not mean you will forget your past. Your past has shaped you into the person you are now. My point is: It's okay to be nervous about your future, we all are. Just remember to enjoy life for how it comes. It's okay to be sad about the past, but don't let it control you.

You have gone through so much. I may never meet the person reading this, but I just want to say I believe in you. You'll do great. :)

shou
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The irony is that the name of the song, "nostalgic", is reflective of memories of childhood itself. Everyone only remembers the good parts, but not everything was perfect when we were kids. And the price of gaining some things as an adult means putting away some of the things from when we were kids. I try to think of it that I had my time as a child. Now's my time to be an adult. I should enjoy the moment before it's my time to be an old man.

johntumahab
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I want to write a story that captures this exact feeling.

bbqsauceonmytitties
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I'm getting nostalgia from the pic. It reminds me of sleeping at Grandma's house. Sadly today is her birthday. She passed on around this time last year. I miss you Grandma!

Dennden
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*..But Nobody ever told us to be adults.*

firstdead
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The scariest thing isn't death. It is forgeting. The good old times when you did all those silly things. When you made your first friend. So, celebrate the memories. Celebrate the past until your memories and life stories fade from this world. Until you yourself die and fade from the memories of others.

ferociousmaliciousghost
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I'm an adult now, but I've managed to still keep the wonder that my grandpa passed down to me.

Piece of advice: be amazed at all of Creation! The veins of a leaf, the hidden ecosystem of your front lawn, the way the wind sings, the pond water teasing your feet, everything has been created for a purpose for you to enjoy!

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