Tea Cups

I saw a mountain, it had the feeling of an Andean mountain of Peru. Apparently I had gone to climb it with two other friends from school. We reached a resting place on the course, there was a rock valley built in the side of the mountain, there was little snow covering the ground it was mostly just dark brown rocks. There was a cabin resting on the valley, it was sort of like a hostel and my friends and I decided to go in. We were in a very small room with three bunkbeds one of top of the other, the mantle was an ugly blue, and I remember feeling scared that I was going to get flea bites. We walked to the lower level of the cabin and I reached for the snow that had collected in the stairs, it was very fluffy and neon white, it was so bright it felt like looking directly at the sun or a flourecent lightbulb. Once we were inside the first floor I noticed that it was like a big suvenir store; it was very dark inside the only light came from the main entrance door that had a small pile of snow infront of it. We stopped infront of this huge bookcase that had an infinite amount of tea cups, they werent made out of porcelain but of wood. Each one had a different design on it and they were mostly painted green. They were very cute tea cups; we were having a girly moment admiring how cute the cups were, and I just couldnt stop saying cute, hahaha, it was like looking at a cute puppy.

La musica è una memoria

I dont remember this quite well.

I was with four people in a small kitchen area of a house, the table was right next to the windows and there was a light curtain on them, it was the colour of sand. The afternoon sunlight illuminated the house and we were all sitting playing some kind of card game. It was very casual, like playing poker with the Jeshe crew, I heard music and left the table to see where it was coming from. It was a very pretty melody from a piano, I thought it was beautiful, so I stood in the middle of the house and strained my ears to see if I could tell where the piano was coming from. It was a very nice scene, the gentle light in the room and the music. I walked along a corridor and the music seemed to fade a little, at the end of the hall there were four doors, it was dark and I could see the light coming from under each door, I opened one of them and went inside. There was a sofa in the middle of the room, the tile on the floor was covered with a white rug, a mirror next to the wall that reached the ceiling, and a tv on a stand. I sat on the sofa and turned the tv on, there was a nintendo game showing on the screen, I recognized it as one I used to play when I was little, there was a familiar phrase in the music, and I realized it was my grandma playing, when I was younger I used to sit on the sofa and play nintendo, my grandmother used to practice the piano downstairs, and every time I got to this certain level she would be on the same part of the piece she played, every day, thats how I knew she was almost done practicing. In the dream I wanted to run downstairs and see her playing, but I thought that if I went the dream would stop and I wouldnt get to listen to her anymore, I didnt want to cry either, so I sat in the sofa and listened.