Everyone's favorite obsessive compulsive detective, as acted by Tony Schalub. But the Dream didn't start with him just yet. I find myself in an abandoned house, or flat. It was really small and stuffy and hoarded with old things. Like how people leave stuff in the basement and never take them out. It was scary cus it was silent. There were no windows, no light, no wind. I was paranoid something would jump out at me any second and for sure I didn't want them to be zombies. I paced round the room, moving round the obstacles till I found some stairs to a door. On the door was a paper pasted on it that said YOU ARE HERE. Someone had a sense of humor.
I run through the door and found myself in another similar place. I try to find another door. I do, and it said the same three words. I go through it and pop up in another similar place full of dusty old thingamabobs. Finally after how many tries, I open the door and I see a light nearby. I end up in an open lot of an antique shop near the street. I was just glad I climbed out alive. While coming out I observed a few things in the antique store. There was a very nice-looking swing set decorated with golden ornaments and metal railings that I so wanted to try it out. But all of a sudden! Monk stepped out and warned me not to sit on it!
Why? He pointed out that the swing was attached to something under a trap door. If any weight were to sit on the set, that something would come out. Me, thinking that it was going to be a very scary creature, or zombies, didn't dare touch the swing. But for some reason, as to solve what was under the trapdoor, Monk pulled the string. The door swung open and out came a spider the size of a small cat. It chased us around but when I tripped and hid under a table, the spider kept running after Monk. After a while the spider became smaller to the point where I squished it with my shoe and Monk thanked me for that.
Besides the giant spider chasing us, this Dream was actually quite fun :) Hated the maze of doors though.. Thought I would never get out.
Hello there you guys! ^ . ^ I'm afraid I won't be very active for a while here because I've just started my first semester, planning to do a single Major in Psychology! Wish me luck! University life here can get pretty difficult, specially when the campus is GI-NORMOUS!!! Classes can be in different department buildings and directions here aren't really well-planned. Time to make new friends, time to meet new lecturers and time to settle into your second home; the dormitories xp Truth be told, I really like living in the dorms but you do get home-sick once in a while. Good thing I've got pals as next door neighbors C: You get loads of tips from your seniors on how to survive here, and picking the lecturers best suited to your study plan and taste. You hear all kinds of stories of campus-life, wacky students and wackier lecturers..... and monkeys xP No seriously, the university is surrounded by jungle so there are monkeys walking around O__o Gotta be careful - they bite! Today's a slow day so I thought I'd might as well make a post. Also, since I don't want to go on babbling, here's a picture for all of you to enjoy! Drawn for a friend on deviantart, as a belated birthday present.
If you saw this Dream, you would've thought it was the end of the world... Or at least a post-World War 3 land. There wasn't even land. Land was scarce and people made their homes on plastic or metal as they float on the miles and miles of water. Everyone's home was on a boat and it was our only mode of transport. We knew this world was only temporary and we wanted to escape. There were a few of us, my persona and another friend whom I just call Sya. There were other two people but they were scumbags who looked out for themselves only.
Our goal was to reach the highest point of the slums and catch an ongoing rescue ship (yes it was a spaceship. Remember, this could have been the future) so we geared up and went off. On the way, the scumbags that clung to us were always trying to keep us behind or slow us down, getting the benefits for themselves. There was one time where I was framed for a crime I did not do and the local authorities and the judge questioned me in whatever room that could do for a courtroom. But the judge believed my story and let me go. They charged one of the scumbags that framed me cus they caught her trying to steal the judge's purse.
Sya and I continued on. There was one point where I didn't remember what happened but Sya and I got separated and it was just me and that scumbag that framed me (its a girl by the way). She and I were racing to the top of the mismatched clock tower of the slums, the shadows of the space ship already visible. Climbing the stairs, that girl tried everything to slow me down. She threw water bottles down at me, calling me names. In the end she revealed to me what had happened to my friend. I figured they had got ridden of her and I felt so angry in the Dream I could've cried.
We reached the top and it was almost like magic, like a revelation, the girl realized all the evil things she had done up to this point and we were in the heated discussion of whether there was a heaven or hell and which one would we end up in. Our talk went something like this:
“How do you know where we'll end up in in the end?”
Me: “Because deep inside, we already knew it from the start. Why do you think people continue to act the way they do?”
“But how do you know? How did we know?”
Me: “... People always say that its just a matter of time to change that destination... Just a matter of time... But they forget that its time that doesn't seem to matter.”
I fired the emergency flare with hot tears in my eyes, remembering Sya was the one that used to carry these. I wished she could have boarded the ship with me. The ship landed and we had to go back down the tower and cross the plastic islands and houses and dock aboard. The rescue ship was British, and it was also a medical ship. One of the doctors I recognized was Sidney Weaver, or Ripley from Aliens.
There were doctors everywhere treating babies and children and the elderly. The technology was super sophisticated and futuristic. There was this one baby they were trying hard to diagnose its illness. They took an X-Ray of it and from the X-Ray machine it produced a very solid-looking 3D holographic image of the baby and with a pull or a twist of the fingers, you could pull its skin and flesh off to see its bones and organs and see what was causing problems. I was helping the doctors take care of some of the patients.
I'm surprised I can still remember what I said in the Dream, eventhough I don't really know what all of it meant. Can YOU interpret their meanings?
It started with a normal looking day in the Dreamworld, where my dad and I were browsing a bookshop in the modern present day shopping complex. I then grab a large book which looked like Neil Gaiman's collection of Death; a character from his comic Sandman (Death being the older sister to Dream). I grab it and flip it open and was excited to have found it when I couldn't in the real world. I don't remember the contents or how the pages looked but I called my dad over to show it to him, as he was a fan of Sandman too.
Flipping through the pages, I noticed the whole comic book changed into an entirely different book. At first it looked like watercolored sceneries of green and amber forests, then it changed to a black and white collection of sketches. The page I stopped at had two cartoon dogs. They looked very posh and were wearing clothes. The fancy looking poodle, I recalled, was wearing a shirt and her collar was laced. I remembered asking my dad what they called that fashion at the time. All of a sudden the bookshop setting disappeared and I found myself in the black and white world of the two dogs. They began to talk but I didn't understand what they were saying, or maybe their words were too slurry to remember. Anyway, even the black and white world faded away into a black and grey cemetery of a setting. Later I found myself in a very grey town in the middle of the night, but it wasn't scary just yet.
My persona changed as soon as I stepped into the town. From the looks of it, everything was painted grey. Everyone's clothes, tablecloths, buildings (though I only remembered one there). It looked like the Victorian times in London, where it was always grey, misty and depressing. But the ppl were not miserable at first. Actually, we were all having a bit of fun. We were surrounded by houses in a way that they constructed four walls around us with a sky light. I recalled it was around evening, almost night. We were having a dinner party under the night sky and all was merry. My persona was a young woman (the hostess maybe?) in a plain dress and I had a shawl over my shoulders. I was making sure everyone was happy and doing well...
And then I hear someone calling “Mama, mama,” in a small, squeaky voice. We all didn't know where it was coming from and looked around. The calling didn't stop till I looked up. Above me, in one of the windows of the house was a baby at the window. The windows were wide open and the infant, barely a few years old, was on all fours precariously on the edge. I was petrified. I didn't even know if that was MY child but I ran up the stairs of the house as fast as I could. There was a butler in the way to the room when I burst in. The baby looked at me for the last time and it just toppled over the edge and fell to its death with a large thud. The butler was with me as I screamed and looked away. I could hear gasps and screams of shock from below, I didn't have to look out the window.
The butler ran with me downstairs to the dinner party and many of the women were in tears after witnessing the horrible sight. The infant was naked (which I didn't notice earlier) and its body was red in a pool of blood, as if it had been born just yesterday. The horror didn't stop there. All around us, more cries just like the previous one joined in. One by one, the babies fell from different windows all over and the adults just ran around in panic, not knowing how to stop this phenomenon. I even tried to catch one of the babies which fell, but for some reason my arms retreated at the last minute and I couldn't save him. I couldn't save any of these babies.
I hope I never have this Dream ever ever again. Its already traumatizing the first time... I read somewhere that a dead baby symbolizes something innocent or connected to my childhood has emotionally died within me but I can't think of anything in particular... Maybe its me realizing i'm growing up?
There was a fish/frog mutant thing that looked like it came out of that horror movie, the Swamp Thing, and it was living in the bathroom. This wasn't even my bathroom. Every now and then he would come out of the toilet bowl and stick its mucky, dark green arm out to reach for my arm. I was disgusted and didn't like it. When it came out to do it again, I finally scolded him not to do that, and like a docile animal, it obeyed and stayed half submerged from the toilet.
Then I'm back at the campus. I go to the convenient store and surprisingly I buy a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Now I don't smoke. I abhor smoking. And to prove myself, even in my Dream I threw the cigs away. One by one, I emptied the packet into a metal bin. I took the lighter and lit a paper, or something, and threw it into the bin. I watched the small ball of flame melting the contents till I realized my phone was also in there. Quickly I stomped the fire out and searched the contents, which weren't hot at all, and fished out a half melted phone. But it still worked. I was receiving a call there and then.
I haven't changed personas, just the environment and muse of the Dreams changed. This time I was sitting on large cushions with a couple of friends, whom are not reality. They looked very Caucasian and the one I was sitting close to reminded me of that Harry Potter character, Draco Malfoy (played by Tom Felton) except much better looking and was my age. His friends were making fun of him, how he always blushes when he was with me. Looking very stern at them, he took a smaller cushion to shield the side view of his face from them, still facing me. His friends are laughing at his bashfulness and I couldn't help but giggle. But when he saw me smile, he smiled too.
Oh how I wish there was a real blonde dood that looked almost like Tom Felton and was just as sweet as this guy in my Dream... Sigh.. Too good to be true I suppose.
Dreamt I was back in my high-school (I must miss it so much) It was evening so the only explanation for me being there at that time was extra classes. Walk up the stairs, peep through the door and I see a couple of my friends but I noticed I had missed half the class already. Plus it was a teacher I didn't really like so I thought of skipping the class altogether. So I went to an empty class and just sat in the corner near to the door, doing nothing. Soon enough the door changed from wooden to full glass and I noticed a girl was on the other side. I recognized her from school in real life but I wasn't that close but we chatted anyway.
The problem was the glass was too thick and when she talked on the other side, I couldn't hear a thing. It was muffled and I didn't bother coming out from the class or opening the door. Then I started having a problem with the scarf I was wearing. It was coming off loose so I had to fix it, but since the door was glass, there was a chance of a boy seeing me change. I told the girl on the other side to keep watch and she understood, somehow. I hid myself in my scarf like a turtle hides its head in its shell and I was fumbling with whatever needed fixing.
UN-fortunately DJ was passing by with his blue school bag and he was late for class too. But like me, he's one who'd skip class too. He didn't notice me in the other class when he passed by since my face was hidden but I came out to greet him once I thought I looked alright.
Friends whom I remembered came early for class were Sano, Sabun and Dee :) And I think some other ppl came later after DJ so we weren't the only ones skipping.
I was working in a pet shelter where there were a lot of animals, especially dogs. Children came to volunteer help rehabilitate dogs who were too scared of people and thats why they couldn't get adopted. None of them were fierce, just shy. There was one dog in particular I was very fond of. A black kid brought him back from his usual walk but he still looked timid as ever. I thank the child for coming but school was starting again and the children would stop volunteering starting the next day. I wondered if my dog would be comfortable enough to walk with someone else for a change. We took him out of his cage and he knew the black kid was not there to walk him. He looked at me confused. I took his leash happily and lead him out of the shelter, through the clinic and out the door.
I loved that dog so much. I wanted to adopt him myself and bring him back home. I don't know what happened in between but I came home to find my maid talking on the phone, like nobody's business. I searched for my dog and asked her where he was. She was obviously trying to ignore me and that pissed me off. I looked around the house and still no sign of him. I slammed my hands on the table asking where the hell was my dog. She blurts out she cooked him. Yes, instead of boiling the meat she fried my dog instead. Flashes of dog being put in and oven flickered in my mind in seconds and all hell broke loose. I shouted at her along the lines of, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?? YOU COOKED A DOG?? OH WE CAN'T BOIL HIM, SO LETS FRY HIM INSTEAD!! IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU LITTLE SHIT?? WHAT THE FUCK??! WHAT-THE-FUCK??!!!” I threw the bowl of rice at her during the rage.
I ran out to the garden, angry tears streaming from my eyes. My garden was overwhelmed by weeds and large bushes and extraordinarily I saw my dog jumping out from the bush. It was prancing about and looked fine. I stopped dead but was so happy that he was fine. I turned round and my maid was acting her usual self, as if I hadn't raged on her seconds ago. I ask her, “So you didn't really cook a dog, did you?” I thought she was joking. She answered back, “Nope. Not yours. I know how you love him and how good he is. I cooked the neighbor's dog. He was really annoying and small enough.”
I swear to God if I ever did find a person like that I'd run away. Run like there was no tomorrow. And if she WAS a maid working for me, I'd call the police when she wasn't looking. If she didn't mind cooking the dog, what would she do to me?? o___O In reality, I do feel sad that there are actually ppl in parts of the world that cook and eat domestic animals as delicacies..
The landscape looked a little like my campus but so much grander. There were more pillars and marbled floor tiles and everything was so clean. It was dark, like it was reaching evening but then the air tasted crisp like early morning. There was no sun or moon or even stars but the sky still looked beautiful even in my Dreams. I was on a landing at the end of some stairs so I continued descending. When I got to the bottom, I see some familiar faces.
There was Sabun, Azri K, DJ, Beck, Sano and Zim. Sano and Zim were sitting close to each other on the stairs, covered in large towels, shivering but looking happy. I cried out, “Lemme guess, you went into the water at night.” They look at each other with large smiles on their faces, Zim says to Sano, “Oooh! She knows, she knows!” and they laugh. I laugh with them, “Yeah I know like shit; you're shivering and dripping wet!!”
I move over to the grounds of the area and see the girls. I only remember seeing Moon, Hajr, Yem, Farah and I think Elm and Bella were there too. Not sure bout Dee. The girls were having fun talking near the garden shrubs. As I step into the grounds, I realise that the whole area was covered in water. It was shallow, like knee-length. It wasn't freezing cold, but it just felt cool water wrapping round your legs. I remember I was wearing something similar to my black and orange jubah and I felt the thin layers of fabric floating gently in the water. It felt so real.
I padded through the water to get to my friends, who were now sending someone off from an arc. They looked like scholars from the middle east; Arab features, big beards, turbans, large round bellies, the exotic clothing. There were three of them and one recognized me. He seemed to be the oldest one as the other two respected him a whole lot. I had no idea who all of them were. The old man started saying how I should give up singing and work on my talent in making comics (then I faintly remember another old Dream where I was singing in a play with a bunch of children I didn't know). I was sort of embarrassed that my singing was no good, but when he praised my drawing skills, I was deeply grateful.
He joked to his two subordinates, “I should not tease her so much – or not I will be drawn and made fun of in her comics!” and they all laugh.
I don't know whether the Arab scholar parts are anywhere related to the religious issues going on right now in the world like the protests against 'Draw Mohammad Day' or the recent terrorist stories. I am also not saying that the person I saw was Mohammad, peace be upon him. But I do know after I had this Dream about my guy-friends, few days later back in the real world, I met up with them at a friend's birthday party and almost all the guys I saw were present. The girls didn't make it though but it still felt odd.
Gaaaaaah! I know I'm super duper late cus I've been sooooo busy and got side-tracked to post anything for Halloween!! TT ^ TT I'm so sorryyyyy!
And though we don't celebrate the holiday where I'm from, I really like the idea of going to fancy dress parties as ghouls and monsters with the fake blood and whatnot~ And free candy! Who doesn't like that?? :D So anyhoos, hope yall had a good Hallow's eve and not gone into a sugar coma! Here's a picture I did for my deviantart account~
These two are from my Ellis in Onederland fiction; my adaptation of Lewis Carroll's original Alice in Wonderland. On the left is Christopher the Cheshire cat and on the right is the protagonist Ellis Mary Wither. They're dressed up as Jack Skellington and Sally from my all-time favorite stop-animation musical, Nightmare Before Christmas, by Tim Burton.
To see my other artworks like this Halloween picture, its on my main deviantart account, Catt-gal-2006, while all my original stories and comics are over at KuroNeko0893 :)
She's awake. She's very awake, in a world she doesn't recognize and remember even traveling to. At least its beautiful. Heavily decorated with lush greenery and flora, she is in a garden and she is not alone.
The path is narrow with nothing but walls of vines on both sides and no choice but go forward. She is huddled unwillingly with the other group of maidens, whose dresses are particularly more fancy than her plain navy blue skirt. However with their frocks, there was no space for them to turn back in that narrow space if they wanted to. So forward it is. There were flowers of many kinds and colors though she didn't know any of their names. While idly browsing with the others, she then heard a voice out of nowhere announce the reason of them being here: “Its a game, you see. And if you win, you may proceed out of here into the other game.” She didn't know whether the other girls were just uninterested or just plain miserable upon hearing it.
She didn't remember hearing the rules but she noticed herself these flowers hanging from the vine-covered ceiling above them. They looked like yellow bells, but they were flowers indeed. By herself, she jumped as high as she could to touch them. She didn't care if others looked. She jumped and jumped again till finally her hand grazed past the flower and it rang like an ordinary bell. It was a small, sharp tingle but it had everyone's attention. Slowly they learned that if a girl could touch five bells, she would win and get out of the narrow garden. Only she succeeded.
She doesn't remember going through a door or even exiting the narrow garden path but the next thing she knew, she was in a rather dull, old yellow room with more maidens. Different from the ones before but all still wearing pretty frocks and miserable faces of make up. The room was quite small, not very comfortable when in a room filled with too many people and ornaments. Speaking of which, must have been props for another game.
The room itself was not a perfect square and it had no windows or doors. Just the girls against one wall and the mechanisms on the ceiling. There were still flowers, even though they were out of the garden. These flowers looked like tall cups and hung from the ceiling like a chandelier, only they were in a straight line, one beside the other. There was a dispenser for the same type of flower and each girl had to take one for herself. Again, it was a game.
She thought of jumping again, to see if her hunch was correct. She jumped, with the flower cup in her hand high above her head, to reach the ones that hung down. She was trying to catch the chandelier ones in the one she had. Eventually she got the first one as it fitted into the identical cup and popped off. But there were four others to go and the other was higher than the next. She didn't give up. She jumped with all her might, her cups growing higher to the next. Her last one was a bit tricky but after jumping to a wall and pouncing off it, she managed to get her ticket out of the game.
She doesn't know where she is now. It looks like a building, but it isn't perhaps. The only thing she was sure off was that this whole thing had been very disorientating. There were no flowers where she looked anymore but there was a table in front of her. No cookies or liquid that asked you to consume them but there was a little bug on the wooden surface. A red spider, no less. She bent over smiling at the adorable creature, as she was fond of spiders rather than butterflies. The spider looked at her with its many black, beady eyes (she counted there were more than the usual eight). She spoke to the spider kindly, asking if it knew answers to her questions though it could not reply. In the end she gave up asking but showed it her hand, wondering if it would like to accompany her.
The tips of her fingers right in front of its face and she could feel its eyes scanning the pink nubs and the look on her face at the same time. Slowly, it did almost the same thing. It raised the four legs on its left, allowing her to place her hand under them so that it would walk into her palm. She smiled at her new friend and decided to call him Bitsy (from the Itsy Bitsy Spider). She held it in her hands for a while before reaching a tea party. Bitsy decided to get off and crawl onto a wall, entertaining itself while she walked over inspecting the guests.
She remembered no introductions nor names, but she found herself sitting with the faceless guests and ordering their finest cakes. There must have been three or four of them, excluding her, eating together. The one on her right had a voice of a gentleman, even though he had no mouth. He asked what cake she would like, so she asked for the cheese cake. “Very well,” she heard him reply happily. Bitsy was there with her too, next to her plate. She smiled and stroked its back part which was not covered by eyes. She recalled hearing unfamiliar talk and irreplaceable voices; unaccountable smells and aroma; the only other thing she could not recall from all of this was her name.
I drew her! Together with this little prose, I call her Black Alice<3
Here I am myself, headscarf, black attire and all. Its a normal day and I'm hanging with friends. That night as I slept I had a horrible dream. A dream about a building which had 5 floors and each floor had a balcony; sort of like an apartment. On the third floor balcony however I could see plainly, even from far away, there was a decapitated head that looked like one of my friends', Sano's. There was also something wrong about the first and fifth floor but it was the third one that really got me. I woke up scared and told my friends right away.
Sano in my Dream was fine and I told him about finding his head on the third floor balcony. He assured me his head was still in tact and my guy friends were with me and agreed to investigate. They took me to the building I described. It was more decrepit than I imagined in my Dream-Dream and much of it was boarded up but we broke in anyway. We were like the Scooby Doo gang only without a dog. Went inside and strange enough, the inside looked like my high school. There was also like one or two classes going on in what looked like should be a condemned building.
In my high school, some classes had two doors where we could walk through to end up some place else and we took them as shortcuts. We did the same thing to one class. My guy friends (which were only Min and Sano that I remember) thought the little children were freaky and escaped the class as quick as possible. I smiled as I stepped into the class. A girl said, “I'll let you pass if you can guess my name.” I replied, “Hello Aisyah.” and she let me through. Strange I wasn't scared of the creepy children.
We got to the third floor which after entering looked like a rooftop parking lot. After much searching, which I don't recall any part of, we discovered that there was a murder there a long time ago. The body was not found and it went unsolved. We recovered the missing bones and the skull that was separated. Apparently there were also killings on the first and fifth floor too but those cases were solved and closed. Our discovery made the papers and I was noted as a psychic Dreamer. I remember the day that followed, we were hanging out talking about our experience to our other friends (which I remember there were Elmi, Deena and Omar). We had our pictures in the black and white papers, showing it to everyone. Too bad our faces in the paper looked so sombre.
It feels like I had this Dream before, a long, long time ago so much that I had forgotten it. Some parts like the beginning and the end were a little improvised I think so lemme get straight to it.
I'm at my condo except it doesn't look exactly like it. It's brown, a little rusted and worn down. My persona was a little kid; whether I was a girl or boy I'm still not sure but I acted like a boy. I had with me my gang of three other boys and we were like the rascals you'd find around squatter residences or villages, wearing second hand singlets and stained shorts. They were my best friends.
One day we played a serious prank and vandalized a bible we found. We defiled the title of the bible and some more words with our own writing and had a good laugh. We were small kids and no one saw us. After that we played like normal. The day after, however, something did happen. This part I remember from my forgotten Dream in the past.
The routine in the Dream world was that we would go to the ground floor to play and in the evening go back upstairs to our floors using the elevator. The elevator took a while to get upstairs and since we didn't want to be late for the evening prayers (we being Muslim in the Dream I presumed) we prayed in the elevator and were done the time the doors opened. So we were praying as usual and we just finished. My friend on the right, who was a bit older and taller than us, was supposed to get out first as it was his floor.
The second the doors opened, a giant knife jutted out from the opening and went through my friend. I remember the blood splattering on the right side of my face. Not much I can recall after that. I could have been traumatized.
Some time passed and we took it as a freak accident, even though we didn't know where the giant knife came from. In the elevator again and this time I trembled while praying, hoping one of us wouldn't die again. I almost cried when the doors opened but thankfully nothing happened, and my friend exited fine. I went home after him. The next morning, got into the elevator to go downstairs to play. I saw my other friend, the shorter one, “Ya! Min aina Salim?” For some reason we spoke Arabic to each other. Salim was the friend in the lift yesterday and I asked the other where he was. He just shook his head.
I came out of the lift, letting it go as we looked around the corridors for Salim. Suddenly an old woman who was walking through the same corridor shrieked as she pointed to the stairways. There we saw, at each landing there were blood splatters. Our eyes trailed down and as each landing descended, there was more blood until we reached the bottom. There was a whole puddle full of black red.
At that time I was scared shitless. I ran somewhere to grab the same bible we made fun off. In my head I cursed at the same time begged God to forgive us for our sins, thinking it was just innocent fun. “God, I beseech you, take no more lives. Leave my friend, leave us alone.” I recall saying. I found a room where it looked like the study/computer room in my home and found my dad. I asked him frantically that I was being punished for making fun of the bible and whether I should burn it (To get rid of the curse? To erase the evidence?)
My dad said no. For some strange reason he was smiling as if I was making jokes. I told him I wasn't making jokes and that he shouldn't laugh when I was being serious. I asked him why he said no and he said he didn't know the reason behind it. Normally he would say yes, yet he said no. So I told him the reason why he said no. “Because God told you to say no!!”
I have no idea how to interpret this. I think my life tells me when I'm too happy so it gives me screwed up Dreams to balance the misery and happiness together. At least I'm not miserable in reality, right? C:
My persona this time is an average high school student who's participating in an inter-school drama. Girls from my school would have to put on a play with some guys from the brother school near ours so it was like a first time meeting them. I was an average looking, non-preppy teenage girl with short, chocolate hair, orange-brown eyes and I was cast in an unglamorous role, not that I minded. The drama queen of our school was of course the little miss starlet. Blonde and bitchy. Always hogging the spotlight. Even though I didn't pay much mind to her, she would bully and boss me and everyone else. I remember the ballet rehearsals where she and the other girls danced around on stage - the princess is being followed by her entourage. The dresses were fairy-like; plush and glittery. I was dressed in dull, dark blue drags as I was a mere messenger boy who had to carry a message from the princess to the neighboring prince.
Speaking of prince, the boys from the brother school arrived for rehearsal and their star actor was Mr. Perfect. He was handsome, had a nice set of hair, fit body, and all the girls were over him; never minding he had braces (I remember I also wore braces in this Dream). However when the blonde noticed him walking in, she and her entourage sort of charged towards him. Unfortunately I was in the way and I was dragged along rather forcefully. I ended up meeting him. When he saw me, his face sort of lighted up as if for the first time. He says hi to me while the other girls are trying to get his attention. I say hi back but the blonde is getting in my way, diverting his gaze. I thought it was coincidence he said hi to me so I thought it'd be better if I backed off. So I pulled myself out of the crowd and hung around near the props. Sooner or later it calmed down, everyone was back doing their thing. I was leaning on a pillar doing nothing when all of a sudden HE came from behind me to say hello. Surprise, surprise.
We started talking and we laughed at each others jokes, but someone noticed and didn't like it. The blonde walked over and was starting to hog the conversation now. I was used to her walking over me so I kept quiet, but HE didn't. I recall he said something like, “Verona (her name maybe?) would you mind looking over there and not bothering us?” She was furious and stormed off. That was fun while it lasted but during the rehearsal she bullied me again when he wasn't looking.
After a hard day's work, I decided to explore the outside of the auditorium. I discovered a little garden spot and a large pond in its corner. I look into the pond and saw clearly weird looking fish. Now in Dreams, I'm still wary of fish and undersea life in Dreams as something bad always happens afterwards but there was one fish whom I made quick friends with. From outside the pond I could see he had a long body, a distinctive tail-fin, a yellow-brown complexion with dark spots all over. It spoke to me. He asked what I was doing on this side of the grounds. I told him I was exploring if he didn't mind. He was a very nice fish. His voice sounded like a much older man; like a wise old teacher you could have as your bestest best friend. That was how he looked like to me. We talked for a long while in the Dream even though I don't remember the contents, but it was later we found we cared for each other's friendship. Then, he, the fish, got out of the water. He was sort of floating in mid air above the pond, dancing around. He then looked at me and said, “...I am a magical fish and I can grant you three wishes.” I was already surprised the fish could talk, but three wishes? My persona thought hard what to answer.
In the end I just shook my head, “I don't need three wishes! I'm perfectly content with my life as it is,” I said rather happily, and truthfully. “But thank you very much. I just want you to continue being my friend, that's all.” The fish looked like as if he smiled. His figure then began to change into that of a shark. Not just any shark, but a prehistorical shark; the ones that I loved. I remembered saying, “No wonder I was so interested in you! You're my favorite type of shark.” He was still my friend and let me stroke his sandpaper skin, still floating in the air. But then! Two sharks came out from nowhere and they too swam in the air. One crashed into me with his mouth wide open, bearing his lines of jagged teeth. Before he could close them shut on my arm, my shark friend rammed into his side and fought him off. But while he was occupied with the first one, I had to fight the second one off myself. He was gnashing at my knees and I tried my hardest to kick and shove his head away. The two attacking sharks looked like dwarf versions of hammer heads, as their heads were not that huge or wide.
My shark friend got to fight the two off but my knees and hands were bitten through and bleeding. I saw my flesh peeled open and I could see the blood and tissue but to my luck, the prince actor found me in the garden in time and brought me back to be patched up. I was being bandaged nicely and taken care of, thanks to my prince. He was very caring and thoughtful to me and it was then our feelings mixed. I didn't see my shark friend though. He must've disappeared when my prince came. The next day, I was feeling mighty fine again, though the wounds were still patched up, the show must go on. Upon arriving at the auditorium, I saw the prince from behind and when I was sure no one was looking, I crept up and hugged him from behind and whispered, “Thank you for everything.”
Sadly I woke up before thanking my shark friend :c
This is just a sketch I made of my persona and my shark friend. Its not the official pic but I've been wanting to draw them out so bad x)
So this was a prison break Dream, UIA style. UIA is an acronym for my university that I'm currently schooling in so this should be fun. I also see an old friend of mine and one uni friend in this Dream so here's how it goes.
UIA becomes a concentration camp for students or plainly teenagers and its being run by slave-driving adults. I don't remember much about the prison but I remember I was one of the teens in charge for escaping the camp. It wasn't too hard. Just a distraction here, an explosive there and the main gate had a huge hole and we ran for our lives towards the nearby jungle, where they couldn't find us.
The first break, we only managed to free a small group of us and we rested in the jungle. We made this one special spot in the jungle our hiding base... Which I don't know how but there was a swimming pool. I guess we built it... Somehow or rather. This is where I see my friend, Keira, my uni senior and friend and she was having fun in the pool.
She was texting with her phone in the pool and I was worried whether her phone was water-proof. I was going round the pool, inspecting the place, making sure there were no snakes in the drains, making sure everyone was happy. Girls were on one side of the pool, boys on the other. I didn't get into the pool though, sadly. I had another mission.
This is where I meet up with an old friend of mine, Shaza. I can still remember her, she was wearing black slacks, plain shirt and she had her long, dark hair back. She waved at me at our headquarters. Our mission was to go back into UIA and free more teens. I was up for it. “Let's roll!”
The running for our lives part was always thrilling.
I never often dream of my grandparents but this time I dreamt of my late grandpa, from my mother's side. He's Chinese and lived in Kuching, Sarawak and that must've been where the dream took place. I remember being in the air, hovering over a shore and the ocean. Part of the waters were separated for the beach and grandpa told me why. In fact, he was the one instructing me how to hang-glide in the first place before I knew I was doing it.
He told me to make one round over the beach and to be safe, land in the shallow waters. I had to be careful not to land on the other side though because there were sharks! Damn, shark Dream again? Nope! Not today! It was awesome hang-gliding but it didn't feel like I was using the mechanisms like in real life. Actually, I think all I was doing was holding on to a large piece of cloth and riding it in the wind. It was more parachuting the gliding.
I landed safely in the shallow waters. I saw my mom, my cousin and grandpa walking up to me congratulating my first flight. My grandpa turned to my mom and exclaimed, “This family has a lot of brave women!” was what I remembered. Funny enough in the Dream, grandpa looked so young, with dark hair and all. He didn't even need to wear glasses.
The strange thing about this Dream is my uncle, who often has Dreams about grandpa, said he had a recent Dream just before mine where grandpa came to him, asking him for my address. He said that he and some friends were going to take care of me. Now that's creepy.. but I still miss my dear ol' grandpa :) Sorry for not updating. I haven't been remembering my Dreams lately and been kind of busy. Hope you guys had a wonderful New Year, Chinese New Year and Valentines Day!
A guy friend of mine in the Dream introduced me to this new guy friend of his; apparently homosexual. He had sort of short, straight, neat, blonde hair with dark roots. Milky skin with hazel eyes and a smile to die for. Just my type, just the right height, but SIGH. He was gay. What was even weirder was what happened when my guy friend said he'd be somewhere, leaving us two alone.
The friend, who's nickname was Pep, was sort of checking me out. Then he jokingly poked me in the stomach and said, “You're gaining weight!” Usually girls would get totally offended by this (I would probably too) but in the Dream I just laughed it off and joked as well, “Yeah, I know! Nita said I have a bump!” [Nita, my friend from college]
He laughs, “You sure its not a baby bump?” he said patting my tummy, his smile revealing his pearly whites. I just laughed and punched him friendly on the arm to stop him teasing me. Funny to be doing so since this was the first time we've met. Then he turns me round, “And you've got a nice butt as well!” he exclaimed, like it was such a good thing. “I've got a big butt??” My butt, I was a bit embarrassed about but he told me not to be. “You've got all the right curves!” was what he said.
Then he looks at me and says, “Don't worry! We'll see if you're really as heavy as you think!” and he picks me up all of a sudden. It was too fast and too much a surprise that I squirmed in his arms. But then he started spinning me around, forcing me to hang onto his neck so I wouldn't fall off, or jump off. Seeing me like that, it made him laugh. Once we stopped spinning, Our faces were so close, I could smell his breath and feel the warmth from his neck. Slowly, in the heat of it all... he kissed my neck.
Was he really gay I wonder...
I hope he wasn't. I also hope he's actually real... <3
Usually when I dream about the ocean, its always something scary or disturbing because of the unknown creatures lurking around my feet. Or the dark storms and waves that bring havoc. Or the thought of drowning and panicking in the deep blue. This time it didn't work that way however.
This time I'm underwater but the water was a clear, light blue all around. You could see the sruface if you looked upwards. I'm underwater and sitting at the bottom of the reef, on the soft, white sand. A long distance in front of me is a mountain of coral from the reef. I remember the coral looking so beautiful. So there I was, not scared at all being in the ocean. Fish swam by, minding their own business.
When a school of fish came along and looked at me out of curiosity, if they looked photogenic, I would take out my hand phone from my pocket and take a picture of them. After that they'd look blur and dart away, but another school of different fish would take their place. I'd find them attractive too and take their picture. God knows how I got a working phone underwater but I loved it. There was also an Owl City song playing in the background of this undersea escapade. I think it was 'the Bird and the Worm' because I remember a part of the song where he'd be talking about the marine life.
After taking a few pictures and listening to the music softly going on, another fish appears and I feel hesitant around it. It was black and lumpy all over that I couldn't really see its features. All I could see was it was long. It was bobbing towards me and back that made me feel uneasy in the Dream. But I remembered if I felt scared in the Dream, that fear would create more fearful things to come so I tried to keep my cool. I swung my arm out slowly at the fish and suddenly it dispersed into little black balls. They were sea urchins in disguise and quickly they returned to the shape of a fish.
The urchins didn't seem bothered I messed up their form the first time so they left me but what came after them was a small shark. A hammer-head if I'm not mistaken but it looked small enough to be a new born baby shark. It was adorable but I was worried its mother would come sooner or later. So I woke. Owl City was playing 'On the Wing' as my alarm.
Second time I was underwater in my Dream that I didn't feel scared.
There's an outdoor party going on and it must be one hell of an occasion cus the place was HUGE and PACKED with hundreds of people. For some reason, I think it's school related, like a school reunion. And later I see one of my friends, Za8 with his family at one big table. In fact, everyone was with their families, they had a table each. I look around for some more familiar faces.
I find all my girlfriends in a circle, holding hands, cajoling and laughing and I wanted to join. Suddenly I see Ihsanah, which is a bit odd because she's a friend I made in University and not in Adni. I didn't scorn her when I met, but I wondered what she was doing in my circle. When I said I wanted to join in, Ihsanah, being polite, said, “Oh sorry. I can leave if you want?”
But I didn't want her to leave. I felt sorry for stopping their fun so I said enjoy and went off to look for others. Little did I know I stepped off into another Dream..
Again I watch the Dream play out before me. This girl seems to be having a problem with her boy as they haven't seen each other in a while. And finally when she goes to look for him, to maybe reconcile or whatever, she cannot find him anywhere. Now she's worried.
In his apartment, a message comes on the answering machine and its a lady speaking. Her words were almost like, “Honey, don't forget to bring the blue button back. And don't scratch your head like before, alright? Hope to see you soon.” and now the girl's distraught.
She ends up on a ledge in a forgotten garden path. The ledge is like facing the inlet of the garden which is beautifully covered with Roses and vines and creeper plants. But this girl was in the worst of moods. Friends consoled her via emails to her phone and as she reads them one by one, tears keep piling on.
Somehow I end up being a guardian angel, sitting beside her, trying to cheer her up. She confides in me, “This was where he took me on our first date. It was his secret place. He shared everything with me... But.. now.. this is all I have left.. This place... If I knew it was here, then he must've have been real, right?? Right...?”
“Yes dear,” I said, as soothing as I could, hearing her weep in my arms. “Yes.. He did exist... He was here. He was real...”
“...Once.”
Bits and pieces put together and this was all I could gather. I want a reunion with all my pals so badly. Somehow, that lady on the answering machine, I kind of guessed it was just the guy's mother or something. She didn't at all sound like a lover. Maybe the girl didn't notice that.
I'm at his home at quarrels echo within the walls and he is most troubled. I get on my pink flip flops and say, “Lets go outside,” even when I knew outside would be pouring but he comes. At the porch, he stares upwards, not really hoping, not really lost. It always rains when he's sad. I hug him from behind and his back is so warm and I tell him I still love him. He turns around without letting me go of him,
his jet black hair covering his sullen eyes. The ends of his mouth muster strength to pull into a grin, but I can see they're failing. He says something to me, not much of a sentence nor a single word but a poem. It resonated through me. I regret not remembering it now.. but I remember the feeling his words gave me, as if they washed over my entire being.
His eyes try hard to smile even though inside his heart is bleeding and I know so well I can be his plaster; his aid; his poem. So why doesn't he use me?
When he looks at me, he looks at me with all the love in the world even when he's hurt so deeply. He'll probably say something like, “You're too beautiful to use, too pure.” and I'll say, “Nothing's pure anymore and I'm far from such definition.” We know what we'll say and our arguments will lead us nowhere so we keep silent. It is virtue. My love – he makes the greyest rain with his tears. And all I can do, which he allows me to, is dance in them gracefully; quietly; never knowing, never asking. Just dance.
Fragments of a Dream put together using experimental form of poetry/narration. This went on but as the Dream played it was silent, except for soft clashing of rain on the ground and I remember it was so cold in the Dream world. Like I was really near the drizzle outside. I just wanted to give the boy and girl dialogue cus they both looked so sad and needed a story. Basically the boy's having problems. Really deep shit but doesn't want to confide in anyone, not even his girl. Though he doesn't know how much it pains her when he doesn't release his feelings onto her, cus she wants that so badly. How troublesome.
As I look at the life-sized mirror in my hotel suite, I can tell I'm an average looking girl with a Chinese sort of heritage. My skin very fair and hair raven-black, bangs till my shoulders. I had on a plain, white, long sleeved inner shirt under a beige-pink frock. White leggings and pumps if I'm not mistaken. I had a small golden locket around my neck in the shape of a heart; I held it dear.
I'm anxious in my room, as if I knew something bad was going to happen. Someone was supposed to come for me but isn't here and I'm terrified. I'm useless on my own. I'm always needing someone, depending on them for protection and guidance. I'm lost when I'm by myself.
No! You gotta stay strong! He said he'd come look for you, didn't he? He always keeps his promises. It's one of his stupid principles he never shuts up about. But one thing about him, whatever he says he'll do, he does it. That's one thing I love about him, amongst other things.
Suddenly I hear commotion. He barges in from the secret door, the one supposedly adjoined with my bodyguards' rooms in case they hear trouble. “Sorry I'm late,” he says but he doesn't stop to say hi. Instead he rushes to my window and keeps me a safe distance from it. He peers down and my eyes follow. There were men in suits running everywhere on the grounds and a female superior in the middle of the chaos. She just stood still but her eyes raced, scanning everything and everywhere. “They don't know where your room is. But it'll be a matter of time,” he says to me. He watches the woman, who had slivers of white bangs on her fringe while the rest of her hair was black and tied up, in addition she had white hair-buns on the sides of her head. She also wore the Chinese Cheongsam and black slippers. She was the first martial artist I've ever seen wearing a cute panda backpack.
“Ok, when I go, I want you to leave this room and don't look back. Go to my room using the secret turnabouts I showed you. Stay quiet and hidden. I'll come for you.” and before I could ask anything, he blew me a kiss before jumping from the third floor window on top of a few men in suits. He and the panda girl immediately battled but I had no time to watch the fight. I dash out and cunningly went round corners, dodging the first signs of black suits. In the Dream, I didn't even know if I was going the right way. My heart raced, trying to find the secret room. Finally I reach the room and stay there. Time passes and I'm alone again. I'm lost.
What seems like forever for my persona was 5 seconds in my Dream because that was how long it took for him to come back. He returned, not even looking beaten or worn out but looking rather refreshed from all the fighting. He comes in, takes off his leather jacket and smiles, “Wait long? Sorry bou-”
But I don't give him a chance to apologize. I flew to his wide, open chest and hug the doofus, “Stupid! Where were you?! Don't ever leave me alone again!” I sounded harsh but in fact I was worried sick something had happened to him and I hid my face in his chest in time so he wouldn't see my tear-filled eyes. “Yes, yes, I know. I'm sorry.” I could tell he was smiling by the way his words sounded from his mouth. That stupid, happy-go-lucky smile. How does he stand being so confident while he makes me worried all the time? But once I'm in his arms, I feel safe and warm again and forgive him for his stupidity. He says sorry again and knows I'm tired so he carries me to bed and kisses me goodnight. It's so hard having a ninja for a boyfriend sometimes...
Yup, I tried narrating my Dream this way and I like the sound of it. The two characters in this Dream did look very Chinese, or Japanese, or even Korean. I'm not so certain. Except for the panda-girl. I kind concluded she must have been a martial artist from China or something... PS: I made a picture! I also gave the two main characters names, Jin and May C:
This pic would explain May's reaction to Jin on his first day as her personal bodyguard. Quite random actually and I didn't want to draw her in the same clothes as the Dream for the heck of it. May had a fall and Jin offered to carry her to the car. Being undeniably handsome, he makes her blush like mad xDDD
Huuhuu I'm such a fan of Riddick, Vin Diesel's bad-ass Furyan bounty hunter/vigilante. Loved all his movies and the Japanese animated movie, Dark Fury. This time, the way I Dreamt of him was like a never seen before movie playing right in front of me. It looked like another animation film. The whole time I hoped I got to see the end of the fight.
Noticed as the most dangerous man in the galaxy and primed fighter, he was captured and forced to fight for his life on a prison planet, known for slaughtering convicts of life sentences in the fighting rings or cages. He was outside the ring when they introduced his contender, the reigning champion.
He was an alien type creature with bulging muscles and biceps and abs. His skin looked as rough as carved rock and was a golden brown color. He had four arms, two sticking out of his sides but equally buffed. He had no neck as his head was like a huge pimple on his shoulders, with a wide jaw filled with small, menacing teeth. Riddick didn't seem surprised.
The champion alien demonstrated his strength by swinging his chains of heavy blocks, each weighing countless metric tonnes and he swung them with little effort. Then Riddick was allowed to fight after that. He looked so thin compared to the bulge he was fighting but what he lacked in size, he made up with speed and cunning. He dodged and cut his wrist-restraints free. But a cage was dropped ontop of the ring, not letting him escape the death ring.
Riddick got to cut the thick, tight rubber ropes used to fence the ring and zipped round the large fella. In the end he managed the tie him up and the alien came crashing down. Sure, not much of violent melee fighting, not that I can remember but still – its Riddick! Yeey!
He didn't talk at all in the Dream... but I sort of remember there was a woman with frizzy maroon hair somewhere in there but don't rly remember what she was doing...
It's not the first time I've Dreamt of being in luxurious hotels and boardings, and often its just be traveling up and down levels by elevator. This one looked like a very futuristic type living place, though I'm not really sure if it was a house or ship I was on. I remember the walls and everything were silver and glass. The sliding doors were glass and needed my hand prints so they would open. Strangely my two friends, Tasha and Tiara are here.
Tiara is one one side of the glass and me and Tasha just went through the doors to go exploring. She's a bit scared so she stays close to me. Tiara is left behind cus she's talking to some figures, I cannot recognize anymore now. We go down the elevator. The doors open and we're at what seems to be an arcade level.
For some reason Tasha's more frightened than ever and I go, “There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just an arcade, right?” and I walk round looking for something to play with. Tasha's so scared she clings on to my back and I'm like giving her a piggy back ride, and she doesn't weigh a thing. I find something that I hoped Tasha wouldn't be afraid of. One of those kiddy car rides where they car just goes up and down and moves in a tiring cycle.
Got her inside and the car started to move and though she didn't scream or anything, she still looked scared. Or more, worried about something. So I stopped the car and placed my hands under her armpits and lifted her out. She shrunk a lil the last time but still didn't weigh a thing. Next thing I knew, the Dreams changed.
The place of silver looked more metallic, and there were pipes and bolts and metal doors, no longer made of glass. Tasha disappeared. I was walking through the metal corridors alone. It looked more like a spaceship now. For some reason, I was walking very briskly and discreetly and I had a reason.
I was a shape shifting Bogey monster who intercepted the Kids Next Door moon base (thus the spaceship theory) and I was on the move. I took form of a kid and another Kids Next Door thought I was in danger and stood with me as back up. Then when he least expected it, I grabbed hold of him an hacked green sticky slime onto his whole body. My Bogey spit that could control people's minds.
The five original Kids Next Door from the Cartoon Network show were tracking me down with their 2X4 technology but I was like Batman. Crawling through vents and hanging on the ceilings and wires. As soon as they turned their backs or were alone, I'd snatch them from above and control their minds. Slowly I was controlling all the kids... except number one; Nigel Uno.
I don't know whether I ever caught Nigel Uno but a face off between him and the Bogey monster would've been very interesting :)
I was on a van. It must've been a HUGE effin van cus all the boys and all the girls from my class were there. With our stuff. Not sure what stuff but it looked to me like we had all our domestic things packed with us like we were going camping, but for a longer time. I asked myself, are we living together in dorms?
Sure enough I was right. We were going to some university and somehow or rather we were assigned to live together. Before we got to the uni, I remember that the vehicle looked like a HUGE van from the outside and inside it looked like the innards of a private jet. Just the whole thing was economy class. We had tables and each table had four seats, two seats facing the opposite.
I remember I sat next to Niq [Aah. Niq. I always did look up to you and admired you. Yeah, you were smart. Really smart.] and she was showing my different types of poisonous spiders on her laptop. All of a sudden, a small spider was crawling up my arm, leaving an acid trail and it burned my skin deeply. Quickly Nig took the spider with her very own fingers, not even gloved, and placed it on her arm. The spider crawled along, but I don't remember whether she was being burned or not by acid.
I asked, “Doesn't it hurt??” She just shrugged. [I wonder if she weighs other people's problems on her shoulders. I should ask her next time, afraid that such things might hurt her in the long run, like the spider hiding somewhere in her clothes. Waiting to strike and bring her down.]
I remember Dee [Aah. Dee. My big sister. I don't really know when I started seeing you as my big sis but I believe everyone is my big sis and bro. After all I am the youngest, but you always took good care of me. And everyone else. You try so hard, and we give back so little.] sitting behind me and once she saw the burns on my arm, she handed my that alcoholic tissues, the ones you sometimes find at hotels or something? The ones that have fragrant scents? So I used it on my arm and it felt so soothing. After the wiping, all that were left were deep scars.
I remember how Dee stared at my scars and looked so sad for me. [You don't need to worry about me, Dee. Just worry about you. I always do. Don't kill yourself, remember?]
Still on the way to our uni, I forgot about my burns and with my injured hand I tried to get my MP3 but I dropped it and it slid on the rubber-matted floor. DJ [Ah. DJ. Your jokes were always the most random and pleasing. And you were so intelligent, I envied you so much. You said it was hard for you to smile especially in pictures. I noticed, you always did look so sad. Eyes looking downward and nowhere.] picked it up and gave it back, and asked how the burns were. I thanked him.
In the Dream he looked neutral. Not sad. Not smiling. After I thanked him, he went about his business, with both hands in his pockets. [Eyes downward and looking nowhere. Is it okay to smile even when you don't mean it?]
We got to the uni and we had to go straight to the office. Yem [Ah. Yem. You always had a lovely smile, and your skin so fair. I never told you how you were like Snow White. You knew a lot about my flaws, didn't you? But you kept quiet and in a way helped me, so much more than I ever knew. But now I know.] was there first, chatting with the alumni of the uni, asking questions and inquiring about the uni. She was like our class rep for today. [Thank you.]
We were in our dorm, which was one HUGE pad. The girls had the East wing, boys had the West but we all chilled in the main living room area. It was the bomb. Everyone having fun like the good old days. I went over to Elmo and Bell [Ah. Elmo and Bell. You two. You were somehow the life of the party. I admired the individual talents and qualities you guys had and together, you made an incredible milkshake blend. Bell, the exciting Raspberry syrup mixed with Elmo, the chilling Vanilla cream.] who were looking through old pictures, especially the boys'. [Always remember how beautiful you are.]
For some reason, there was a picture of Sano wearing a tuxedo (which he never did, not to my knowledge) and it even looked like it was at some party. There was another picture with Taha, Zim, Mano and Za8 together in a group but they looked so much younger. Like when we were in Secondary 3 or 2. They all had baby faces and we all laughed at that.
[Ah. Sano. You always missed the qualities you had on your back while you plainly saw the ones on others' backs. Remember how you told me how you felt like.. you were in a deep dark pit and you struggled climbing out of there? I couldn't answer you cus I never felt that way. I wish I could see through other peoples' eyes, unlocking the secret windows to their souls.]
[Ah. Taha. I don't remember much now, since my memory is quite weak and vague. But you did make me laugh from time to time with your sarcasm, especially when you made jokes with such a straight non-changing face. You were funny. And you were very clever. Hope you knew that. I always found you that way.]
[Ah. Zim. You have changed, and changed so much and so well. We are all very much proud of you so don't run off that track. You'll get knocked off once or twice, you know plenty well by what and why, but try your hardest to get back on. Hope I was a friend enough to support you.]
[Ah. Mano. You were like everyone's big bro. The sometimes silly big bro, but thats the one we like most I suppose. Though it burdened you, you still listened to ppl as they came to you with their problems. You could have dismissed them as coldly but you never did. You still listened. You're that kind of big bro.]
[Ah. Za8. We were never that close were we? I do regret that. I mean, you guys were all really nice, but I didn't have the guts to reach out and know you better, and deeper. While we're still alive, there are many more things to learn about you, and you have many more songs to sing.]
This letter is dedicated to my closest most beloved friends. To read the white letters, highlight the whole journal.
Again, dad is with me for one of my exciting, adventurous Dream. We make a good team, he and I. We were supernatural Fixers, like that John Constantine. Not the Keanu Reeves version. You should find his comic books. Much funnier. We looked like we were walking up the streets of modern London, which is funny cus I've never been overseas, let alone Europe.
Dad was my superior of course, and he was given an ominous invitation by Vampire ladies. They were the bad guys, no matter how sexy they looked. My dad told me that they had Gargoyles waiting for us if we fell into their trap. Somehow, even as supernatural investigators and Fixers, we weren't ALL human. Some part of us could not touch things of Iron and Gargoyles of Stone. Not that we die or anything, just that our strength goes weak.
Anyhoo, we weren't solving a big case or anything. Dad could just reject the invitation if he could but the matter-o-fact is you must NEVER reject a Vampire's invitation, even if it was to your death. It was a matter of dignity and politeness in their Realm. Dad could not refuse the trap... BUT he could have a substitute for his place. There was no rule against that.
So as we were driving out of our hotel, we almost crashed (or bumped into) this group of Emo, Gothic dressed looking punks and they all got in my dad's face. Even in reality my dad can't stand youngsters, or adults, with such vulgar manners. But he didn't get mad. Instead he apologized and honeyed his conversation for a while, at the same time, duping two of the Emo's into having our tickets to the Vampire's dinner. And they looked so excited.
Then my dad got into the car and we drove somewhere, left the car on the curb and started walking across the bridge to our next destination. Leaving no trace behind.
The Emo guys looked so happy i almost felt sorry for them XD
