As we navigate the waking world, there is a siren's call that whispers from the frayed edges of our consciousness. It's name, Anemoia, nostalgia for a time you never known.
Some things in this world just connect to us, even if it's the first time you laid eyes on it. It might be a layout of a certain room, something uncanny in something so familiar, or maybe it's a lost memory that pops in your head around midnight. Whatever it may be, you realize that this feeling you now experience is both lonely and dreamlike.
Luckily, there is an aesthetic for those feelings, and its name is Dreamcore, an aesthetic that takes the subliminal memories and mixes them with various ingredients including uh... swimming pools?
Loneliness hangs in the ether of Dreamcore like mist suspended over a forgotten town. The images you will find provoke an intimate understanding of solitary existence; a lone figure against an expansive, eerie backdrop of retro landscapes or abandoned playgrounds that exist out of time.
These visuals are usually accompanied by distorted music or warped tapes from a bygone era, with sound waves that embodies the seclusion we've all felt at the fringes of our social beings, amidst the city's noise still bathing in silence.
But loneliness here is not a void, it's a presence. It fills the air with a familiar scent, a comfort in its persistence. This is where nostalgia breathes a sweet melancholy through those old VHS tapes and vintage toys in our attics, and allows them to live on in their own little world.
The heart of Dreamcore's magnetism is its tapestry in surrealism. It defies such mundane logic by creating scenes unsettling and magnetic. A playground swing pushes back and forth with no children in sight, towering skyscrapers bend in impossible angles, and a TV in the forest is flipping ancient commercials from a time when companies somewhat cared.
In other words, it's Alice if she ventured into the looking glass with a Polaroid in her hand... and also if she was still trapped inside that asylum... I'm still waiting for that final game, but it will probably never exist.
This experience of Dreamcore is akin to navigating the corridors of a once-grand, now-crumbling mansion in your mind. Each room draped in velvet of past eras, echoing silent stories that cling to peeling wallpaper and dusty chandeliers.
To immerse in Dreamcore is to walk alone, not to find others, but to traverse the landscapes of your inner world, learning the language of silence, seeing beauty in stillness, and being reminded of those shadowy figures standing behind you.
Dreamcore, my dear reader, is a silent passage through the corridors of our minds, where every blurred image is a puzzle piece that is the human experience... lonesome and beautifully surreal.
