Why do I keep dreaming about Valentines day? We don't even celebrate that here – oh. Maybe THAT'S why. Hahaha.
Our condo premises is surrounded by a cement wall, our security gate and it goes all the way down the hill and around. In the dream, I come out and there's this ridiculously long line of boys of all kinds just lined up against the wall. They stood shoulder to shoulder and each of them were holding a fruit of some kind. It was sort of round and red but it wasn't an apple. It was more like a huge cherry without the stem and it tasted like one too.
And they just stood there, fumbling about like usual, and then suddenly some groups of girls came and they were picking which boy they would like to receive the fruit from. When a girl took the fruit, she'd just walk away with her prize. The boy just stays at the wall and a fruit gets passed to him from the one next to him. They made sure none of their hands stayed empty.
This was just puzzling for me but I took advantage of it and took three or four fruits and ate them. They were very sweet and had a cherry flavor.
Our senses are only limited by our minds. In dreams, your mind can smell, feel, taste and hear the familiar because its been saved in your memory bank. At least that's my logic. How else can I enjoy cherry fruits or chocolate cake?
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
. no cake for joo .
I'm in a shopping complex and I was supposed to meet up with friends. My dad was there to send me and the first friend I met up with was Ash. Since we haven't seen each other in so long we glomped hardcore and she was on my back hugging me till we were on the floor. I'm saying, “You're heavy! Get off!” but we were laughing the whole time.
I saw my girl classmates eating over at some cafe or bakery and saw a few boys coming down the escalator. So we were all having tea at this bakery and everyone was eating a huge slice of cake. I feel my pockets and wouldn't you know it? I forgot my wallet for this particular dream. Dangit. So I ended up just staring into the glass shelves holding all the delicious chocolate goodies. One looked like Tiramisu which I wanted to try so bad...
And then I remembered my dad was still here, also looking at the cake. I could just ask him to buy us some cake. But no, I didn't want to burden my dad with expensive cake. One slice was like RM10 and I was like, “Daymn that's expensive cake. What are we doing at a fancy place like this??”
When my friends and I hang out, we'd never spend our money like that... especially not for cake...
I saw my girl classmates eating over at some cafe or bakery and saw a few boys coming down the escalator. So we were all having tea at this bakery and everyone was eating a huge slice of cake. I feel my pockets and wouldn't you know it? I forgot my wallet for this particular dream. Dangit. So I ended up just staring into the glass shelves holding all the delicious chocolate goodies. One looked like Tiramisu which I wanted to try so bad...
And then I remembered my dad was still here, also looking at the cake. I could just ask him to buy us some cake. But no, I didn't want to burden my dad with expensive cake. One slice was like RM10 and I was like, “Daymn that's expensive cake. What are we doing at a fancy place like this??”
When my friends and I hang out, we'd never spend our money like that... especially not for cake...
. 25.08.09 valentines .
I'm a character in a high school or college surroundings and I'm waiting on the corner of a hallway. I know the guy I'm waiting for was coming down that way. Apparently we were going out together and that guy, when he came round, was soooo handsome. Funny thing was he looked like Mann but wasn't, if you get what I mean. Anyway, he had asked me out on Valentines Day (which was that day) and he was pretty sweet for a guy.
When he met me on the corner, I was unbelievably shy and mousy (which matter-o-fact I am) and I think I was turning red. You would too if you saw him. He was trying his very best to recite a sort of slow rap but in the end he says, “Ok I lied. I don't know how to rap. Will you still go out with me?” He made me laugh so hard and we walked together exiting the building. I remember he had his hand around me, clutching my waist.
But going out, I spotted this one guy (I assume I know him in the dream) and wanted to go talk to him. I met with him and I asked if we could speak in private. Turns out he was my ex-boyfriend and he looked depressed, saying, “So you're going out with him huh?”
“Well... he asked me out actually.”
“I see...” I don't remember what else he was saying but after a moment he was breaking down, with subtle tears in his eyes. But I held him, asking him to calm down. I hugged him because he was still my friend. Then I remember asking him, “Do you know what's the difference between 'like' and 'love'?”
“Huuh?”
“You know what's the difference between 'like' and 'love'? - I loved you. I really did. And we had so much fun together... I really loved you... but that was becoming a burden to you.”
I learned after that it was me who asked to break up because my ex was studying really hard for his exams and I didn't want to get in the way. Plus, while he worked and studied overtime, the distance between us kept growing. But then I told him, “I won't be by your side as your girl... but I'll be here as your friend.”
Finally he smiled and we hugged. We were friends again.
I don't make this shit up people! Ok, I do but I'm not conscious of it. I keep having these sad, romantic dreams nowadays. Wonder why.
When he met me on the corner, I was unbelievably shy and mousy (which matter-o-fact I am) and I think I was turning red. You would too if you saw him. He was trying his very best to recite a sort of slow rap but in the end he says, “Ok I lied. I don't know how to rap. Will you still go out with me?” He made me laugh so hard and we walked together exiting the building. I remember he had his hand around me, clutching my waist.
But going out, I spotted this one guy (I assume I know him in the dream) and wanted to go talk to him. I met with him and I asked if we could speak in private. Turns out he was my ex-boyfriend and he looked depressed, saying, “So you're going out with him huh?”
“Well... he asked me out actually.”
“I see...” I don't remember what else he was saying but after a moment he was breaking down, with subtle tears in his eyes. But I held him, asking him to calm down. I hugged him because he was still my friend. Then I remember asking him, “Do you know what's the difference between 'like' and 'love'?”
“Huuh?”
“You know what's the difference between 'like' and 'love'? - I loved you. I really did. And we had so much fun together... I really loved you... but that was becoming a burden to you.”
I learned after that it was me who asked to break up because my ex was studying really hard for his exams and I didn't want to get in the way. Plus, while he worked and studied overtime, the distance between us kept growing. But then I told him, “I won't be by your side as your girl... but I'll be here as your friend.”
Finally he smiled and we hugged. We were friends again.
I don't make this shit up people! Ok, I do but I'm not conscious of it. I keep having these sad, romantic dreams nowadays. Wonder why.
. 24.08.09 Jason .
A sad plot which only starts with a witch who hires a normal small town youth to serve in her shop. Kinda reminds me of that Anime XXXHolic. He was a nice young man named Jason and he had become friends with the witch. She was also quite a beauty with dark red hair shadow Grey eyes. She had never revealed her name but Jason was allowed to call her Winnie.
Jason had no family but only a childhood sweetheart he talked about; a blonde girl named Annie who he hasn't seen for a long time now. Jason slept in the witch's guest house which, believe it or not, was a pirate ship that sat next to the house and shop. It had decent rooms and accommodations.
Jason had been working for Winnie for many months now but he had recently gotten into an accident. Winnie was the one who saved him since there was no hospital nearby the lonely town. He had undergone incredible surgery that his face didn't look his own, but he was still Jason.
One day, from out of the blue, Annie came browsing inside Winnie's shop and met with Jason but she didn't recognize or believe him when he said he was. Jason convinced Annie in the end and the two sweethearts got back together. It was raining heavily and it was a long way back into town so Annie was allowed to stay at the guest house.
One thing lead to another and the two sweethearts slept together in the end. But in the middle of the night, Jason heard Annie sobbing in her sleep. Jason wanted to wake her up but then came closer to hear what she was saying. She was calling out to him in her sleep, “Jason... where are you Jason...?”
"I'm right here, Annie. Right here. I didn't go anywhere, I'm right here.” he kissed her bare shoulder and comforted her but she kept sobbing, still asleep.
“Why... why did you have to go, Jason...? Why... did you leave... without saying goodbye...?”
“What are you talking about, Annie? Where did I go? I didn't go anywhere...”
“Yes... you did. You left me... You died, Jason... and you left.”
Jason was struck dumb. What was she saying?? He died? When was that? How is that possible when he was standing right there?? “She's right you know.” a voice said behind him. It was Winnie.
“What do you mean?? Am I really dead?? B-but how... Why??” Jason stammered. Winnie had a sad look in her eyes. “That night... when your car crashed... it was not just a fatal accident, Jason. You died that night. That was the same night... Annie promised to see you. She was coming back to town to see you... but you never came.”
“When you awoke, I told you you had undergone surgery that saved your life. I did not lie. I had transplanted your soul into a substitute body. Your real body was buried at the funeral.”
While trying hard to process this information, Jason asked about Annie. “She loved you. After your death, she was emotionally unstable. Most of the time she is normal... but sometimes she still believes you are alive and well. I lead her here so that you two could meet one last time. And when she leaves tomorrow morning... I will remedy her from her dream of you being alive. For her sake.”
Slowly and painfully Jason recalls his last moments from the crash and finally absorbs everything. “One last thing though... Why did you save me?”
“Because you were a friend. And that meant more to me than anything else.” but I think secretly Winnie loved Jason too. She wasn't bitter towards Annie though and thus did all this to help the two sweethearts. In the morning, Annie left the witch's premise as if she woke up from a strange dream, as two figures watched her from the window; in that lonely wooden house.
It was a sad story. I don't know what happened to Winnie of Jason after that. But after this Dream I woke up and fell asleep again. Strangely in the next Dream, I met with my friend Dee and I was actually telling her about what I dreamt of before this. I was like storytelling this thing all over again. Telling my other Dream about the previous one. Haha. This ever happened to you? :)
. creepy, as hell, girl .
I was with my mom in a shopping center and for some reason we were shopping for rings. In real life however we don't like shopping for jewelery. Just clothes and food but we were ecstatic about rings this time. I don't remember if we bought any but the mall announced they would close soon so we were browsing hurriedly. Finally she said, “Lets go see the topmost level. There might be some stores we haven't seen yet!”
We ride the escalator up, which seemed like a few seconds, but when we arrived at the top level it was dark and the shops didn't look like they were open. Moreover there was nobody there... except for a young girl. She was sitting on a bench and her back was facing us. There was quite a distance between her and us but something about that moment sent chills up my spine.
My mother in real life is not exactly superstitious but she knows how negative atmosphere can affect you in body and soul, kind of like Feng Shui. Like wearing too much black brings about the atmosphere of a funeral even when you're not going to one for real. It brings about some negativity around you and stuff like that. So in the dream, thats what she felt. Some ominous presence was lurking around that girl and said, “We'd better go.”
But before we could turn to leave, the girl spoke. It was creepy enough her black hair was hanging down from her face but she had this sweet, innocent-like voice, “I'm so lonely up here... Please, won't you stay awhile and talk with me?”
She stood up from the bench and by that time mom had gotten on the escalator going down with me following behind. The girl carried on, “Please, won't YOU... talk... with... me?” she turns her head round and her face was as creepy as hell. Big eyes like dishes and small yellow teeth. Looked like a demon. She was as fast as lightning as she sprinted to the escalator, chasing us.
Though we were escaping, halfway the escalator changed and the exit was up. So in the middle of going down, we were going up and the girl was below us climbing on all fours. I hate those types of scary dreams when you're running from something but your feet are the only things that go into slow motion. I get it a lot but return to normal at the very last second. Mom was pulling my hand upwards. We needed to get to the exit faster! Faster! Faster!
When I realized I was slowing my mother down, I said to her in the end, “Sorry mom... but I'm gonna have to let you go now.” I let go of her hand and the steps below her feet paced faster for her escape while I fell down the escalator. Falling down, my feet return to normal and I flip into fighting mode. I got to kick the demon-girl in the face.
But she was fast, real fast, and even in dreams, I didn't want to get bitten by those ugly yellow teeth. The only thing I enjoyed about the fight was that it seemed as if we were fighting in mid air. Near the end, she got the better of me. I was knocked down and she leaped right at me, at the face – but just as she got too close, there was a bullet in between her eyes.
Blood splurted everywhere! I remember her body in a pool of blood, still riding the escalator. I turn behind me, and there was my savior. He was an Anime character called Train Heartnet, from the series Black Cat. He's one of my fave characters so I enjoyed having him save me. I even got to see his awesome, famous gun.
I never want to see that girl's face in my mind ever again... *shudder* Thank you Train Heartnet!!
We ride the escalator up, which seemed like a few seconds, but when we arrived at the top level it was dark and the shops didn't look like they were open. Moreover there was nobody there... except for a young girl. She was sitting on a bench and her back was facing us. There was quite a distance between her and us but something about that moment sent chills up my spine.
My mother in real life is not exactly superstitious but she knows how negative atmosphere can affect you in body and soul, kind of like Feng Shui. Like wearing too much black brings about the atmosphere of a funeral even when you're not going to one for real. It brings about some negativity around you and stuff like that. So in the dream, thats what she felt. Some ominous presence was lurking around that girl and said, “We'd better go.”
But before we could turn to leave, the girl spoke. It was creepy enough her black hair was hanging down from her face but she had this sweet, innocent-like voice, “I'm so lonely up here... Please, won't you stay awhile and talk with me?”
She stood up from the bench and by that time mom had gotten on the escalator going down with me following behind. The girl carried on, “Please, won't YOU... talk... with... me?” she turns her head round and her face was as creepy as hell. Big eyes like dishes and small yellow teeth. Looked like a demon. She was as fast as lightning as she sprinted to the escalator, chasing us.
Though we were escaping, halfway the escalator changed and the exit was up. So in the middle of going down, we were going up and the girl was below us climbing on all fours. I hate those types of scary dreams when you're running from something but your feet are the only things that go into slow motion. I get it a lot but return to normal at the very last second. Mom was pulling my hand upwards. We needed to get to the exit faster! Faster! Faster!
When I realized I was slowing my mother down, I said to her in the end, “Sorry mom... but I'm gonna have to let you go now.” I let go of her hand and the steps below her feet paced faster for her escape while I fell down the escalator. Falling down, my feet return to normal and I flip into fighting mode. I got to kick the demon-girl in the face.
But she was fast, real fast, and even in dreams, I didn't want to get bitten by those ugly yellow teeth. The only thing I enjoyed about the fight was that it seemed as if we were fighting in mid air. Near the end, she got the better of me. I was knocked down and she leaped right at me, at the face – but just as she got too close, there was a bullet in between her eyes.
Blood splurted everywhere! I remember her body in a pool of blood, still riding the escalator. I turn behind me, and there was my savior. He was an Anime character called Train Heartnet, from the series Black Cat. He's one of my fave characters so I enjoyed having him save me. I even got to see his awesome, famous gun.
I never want to see that girl's face in my mind ever again... *shudder* Thank you Train Heartnet!!
. real live superstudents .
I'm a student once again back in my high school. Then I know its a dream since I'm already an undergraduate. This Dream's plot is that we get a new teacher or a substitute teacher. I remember seeing her somewhere in real life but I just can't put my finger on it, where exactly. Anyway at first I didn't pay attention as she was just an average teacher with a crooked smile but then things started to get a little fishy.
The next thing I knew, me, Dee and Ham were bound to our chairs and the class was not our own. I remember it was a junior's class in real life but that's not the case. We were bound and the teacher was a masterly villain. Damn I hated that crooked smile of hers. She pulled up a chair and began telling us her master plan after revealing we had nowhere to escape.
She had a remote whose thick Grey wire came down from the ceiling. She pulled a thin rug off to let us know we were sitting on a glass floor. And below this thin floor were man-eating flies. Yes, flies. And they were pretty noisy and gross to look at even though they were the normal size. Ham, being overly curious and annoying at the same time, used her foot to tap on the glass floor. I went, “Would you stop that??”
Dee goes heroine saying, “Why are you doing this??” so the teacher goes on about how she hated school and some other stuff I didn't quite catch. But I did know she said with a push of a button, a nuclear missile was going to come out from a satellite and blow up the school. Maybe she was suicidal but who cares. She was crazy and I even said that to her face.
Then she goes asking me whether I was afraid to die/afraid of death (whichever) and all I answered (and I was fully aware of myself at this point) “If I die, then I die. That's that. Not much to think about otherwise.”
Just a moment after she says she's gonna start the countdown, our friends burst in through the classroom door and knock her down. One of the guys that I can only remember was Joe and he took the remote that hung from the ceiling and got us free.
But the remote for the nuclear missile had already gone! We needed our technical team to tinker with the remote and try to stop the initiation. I think Agong and Moody were the hackers who managed to stop the missile with just a few cut wires. The school was saved.
In a deviantart account of mine, I've made an original comic called the SuperStudents. Originally SuperStudents was supposed to be about my classmates and I. In time, instead of drawing a school that taught groups of different, gifted children, the comic circled about 5 teens strung together by fate, trying to find the answers behind their forsaken lives. Gotta tell ya, its a lot more dark than the original design but I'm fine with that.
The next thing I knew, me, Dee and Ham were bound to our chairs and the class was not our own. I remember it was a junior's class in real life but that's not the case. We were bound and the teacher was a masterly villain. Damn I hated that crooked smile of hers. She pulled up a chair and began telling us her master plan after revealing we had nowhere to escape.
She had a remote whose thick Grey wire came down from the ceiling. She pulled a thin rug off to let us know we were sitting on a glass floor. And below this thin floor were man-eating flies. Yes, flies. And they were pretty noisy and gross to look at even though they were the normal size. Ham, being overly curious and annoying at the same time, used her foot to tap on the glass floor. I went, “Would you stop that??”
Dee goes heroine saying, “Why are you doing this??” so the teacher goes on about how she hated school and some other stuff I didn't quite catch. But I did know she said with a push of a button, a nuclear missile was going to come out from a satellite and blow up the school. Maybe she was suicidal but who cares. She was crazy and I even said that to her face.
Then she goes asking me whether I was afraid to die/afraid of death (whichever) and all I answered (and I was fully aware of myself at this point) “If I die, then I die. That's that. Not much to think about otherwise.”
Just a moment after she says she's gonna start the countdown, our friends burst in through the classroom door and knock her down. One of the guys that I can only remember was Joe and he took the remote that hung from the ceiling and got us free.
But the remote for the nuclear missile had already gone! We needed our technical team to tinker with the remote and try to stop the initiation. I think Agong and Moody were the hackers who managed to stop the missile with just a few cut wires. The school was saved.
In a deviantart account of mine, I've made an original comic called the SuperStudents. Originally SuperStudents was supposed to be about my classmates and I. In time, instead of drawing a school that taught groups of different, gifted children, the comic circled about 5 teens strung together by fate, trying to find the answers behind their forsaken lives. Gotta tell ya, its a lot more dark than the original design but I'm fine with that.
. 23.08.09 weird class .
It pains me I can't remember much of this dream anymore and I just had it last night. I knew I should've written it down first thing after waking up... but I had stuff to get ready for.
I remember it was at school or someplace that looks similar. This didn't even take place inside the school but outside on the main road where parents park their cars to pick up and send their kids off. So anyway the roads were packed and I was going in between the cars. On the way I saw familiar faces. Two faces I remember was Ham and Mann.
Ham was trying to get into this white van (why do I keep dreaming of white vans??) so I helped her open the door. Simultaneously as I opened the side door, the back of the van opened up as well and Mann's little sis, Aishah, got in. I don't remember if they were going together or not. I didn't bother about it very much.
It seems a blur before I got to my next destination and this time with a gang of my friends. The faces I can remember are Sano and Aniq for some reason but I know there were others from my class (I'm also seeing Sano often and he keeps wearing this green jacket of some sort. Don't know if he has it in real life).
So anyway me and my friends were walking around this grungy marketplace with small stalls and some of the buildings were even empty. It was like we were searching for some place in particular but I didn't even know what. We were following the group that knew where this place was and followed them to an abandoned lot. We lost them when we got there and I went, “Dang it! Where'd they go? Hey guys! Where are you?!”
Aniq came down the dusty stairs, with loads of keys around her neck, “Come on! Its upstairs!” So we followed as quick as we could upstairs. Turns out... we were going for extra classes. Bummer. What was weirder was our teacher. It was Miss Babcock from that Hallmark series, the Nanny. Love the show but what was C.C doing here? She went on talking about how people are normal no matter what their likes or dislikes are. She seemed more cheerful and kind than on TV.
I remember giving an example as she said, “Like me! I like confetti. Does anyone else have that common like?” Two of my girl friends raised their hands and so did I, since I do like confetti. Just hated cleaning up afterwards. Then I remember DJ was there in the front row (whereas I was at the back, next to Sano no less) and DJ was saying how he liked 'nodging' people.
Miss Babcock asked what 'nodging' meant and we were all curious too. “You know? Nodging!” he demonstrated and mimed elbowing someone in the stomach. I'm guessing he didn't know what it was called so he just made up the word. I also thought to myself at the time, 'I guess he likes doing that since he takes martial arts'.
It's sad I can't recall anything else after that. I'm still kicking myself for it.
I remember it was at school or someplace that looks similar. This didn't even take place inside the school but outside on the main road where parents park their cars to pick up and send their kids off. So anyway the roads were packed and I was going in between the cars. On the way I saw familiar faces. Two faces I remember was Ham and Mann.
Ham was trying to get into this white van (why do I keep dreaming of white vans??) so I helped her open the door. Simultaneously as I opened the side door, the back of the van opened up as well and Mann's little sis, Aishah, got in. I don't remember if they were going together or not. I didn't bother about it very much.
It seems a blur before I got to my next destination and this time with a gang of my friends. The faces I can remember are Sano and Aniq for some reason but I know there were others from my class (I'm also seeing Sano often and he keeps wearing this green jacket of some sort. Don't know if he has it in real life).
So anyway me and my friends were walking around this grungy marketplace with small stalls and some of the buildings were even empty. It was like we were searching for some place in particular but I didn't even know what. We were following the group that knew where this place was and followed them to an abandoned lot. We lost them when we got there and I went, “Dang it! Where'd they go? Hey guys! Where are you?!”
Aniq came down the dusty stairs, with loads of keys around her neck, “Come on! Its upstairs!” So we followed as quick as we could upstairs. Turns out... we were going for extra classes. Bummer. What was weirder was our teacher. It was Miss Babcock from that Hallmark series, the Nanny. Love the show but what was C.C doing here? She went on talking about how people are normal no matter what their likes or dislikes are. She seemed more cheerful and kind than on TV.
I remember giving an example as she said, “Like me! I like confetti. Does anyone else have that common like?” Two of my girl friends raised their hands and so did I, since I do like confetti. Just hated cleaning up afterwards. Then I remember DJ was there in the front row (whereas I was at the back, next to Sano no less) and DJ was saying how he liked 'nodging' people.
Miss Babcock asked what 'nodging' meant and we were all curious too. “You know? Nodging!” he demonstrated and mimed elbowing someone in the stomach. I'm guessing he didn't know what it was called so he just made up the word. I also thought to myself at the time, 'I guess he likes doing that since he takes martial arts'.
It's sad I can't recall anything else after that. I'm still kicking myself for it.
. 29.03.09 the end .
The ending of my dreams is a strange one, as always. It doesn't have anything to do with me or Fou or Shaza or the plots of dreams before this. It's a jumble of plots as I'm a different persona. In a lowlife jail set of a pub:
I'm a thrill seeker as I search the meanings of a riddle a stranger gave me. The answers to the riddles lie in a book or piece of film (I forgot which and I forgot the title) and the only one who could help me was a vile creature people called Insane Sam. It was a mini Golum, with bony structures for limbs and lumps on his skull. His head decorated with clumps or just a couple strands of blonde/brown hair. His buggy eyes irritated me but I didn't give a crap.
At first I played good cop, asking about the riddles. I can't say what he exactly told me because this dream escalated in the middle. It fast forwarded to the part where he was laughing maniacally even after I demanded the answers. I didn't take shit from him and threatened to hit him. All he spurted was, "Insane sammie...insane sammie i am...insane sammie am i..."
Comrades in the same room were getting tired of him too and picked him up to shake him and pick the same threats. He just laughed and suddenly said, "Human bones are the best, yes? They taste good, human bones..so good!"
I, frustrated as I was, punched him in the gob, "How bout a knuckle sandwich?!" At least I got to shut him up. He was creeping me out in the dreamland.
And the final scene of my dream takes us to a public fountain in the evening time. Here, I have no persona as I am a bystander:
From the animated movie Cats Don't Dance is Sawyer, the white Persian, sitting at the fountain. She looks tired, waiting for someone. She looks like she's been there for a while. She gives up and is ready to go until suddenly, Danny, the orange tabby, calls out to her, running.
I don't remember voices in this part of dream. It was like a silent movie.
Danny apologizes for being late but Sawyer turns away from him, angry and seemingly unforgiving. Danny puts on a smile and pulls out flowers, or a gift of some sort, I can't recall well. He hands her the gift around her and she smiles. In the end they walk back together in the evening light.
Go watch Cats Don't Dance! It's a fun movie I guarantee! Haha. This is the end of this Dream arc so I hope you didn't get lost in the middle of it all. Remember, these are twisted concoctions from my brain. They're not supposed to make sense.
I'm a thrill seeker as I search the meanings of a riddle a stranger gave me. The answers to the riddles lie in a book or piece of film (I forgot which and I forgot the title) and the only one who could help me was a vile creature people called Insane Sam. It was a mini Golum, with bony structures for limbs and lumps on his skull. His head decorated with clumps or just a couple strands of blonde/brown hair. His buggy eyes irritated me but I didn't give a crap.
At first I played good cop, asking about the riddles. I can't say what he exactly told me because this dream escalated in the middle. It fast forwarded to the part where he was laughing maniacally even after I demanded the answers. I didn't take shit from him and threatened to hit him. All he spurted was, "Insane sammie...insane sammie i am...insane sammie am i..."
Comrades in the same room were getting tired of him too and picked him up to shake him and pick the same threats. He just laughed and suddenly said, "Human bones are the best, yes? They taste good, human bones..so good!"
I, frustrated as I was, punched him in the gob, "How bout a knuckle sandwich?!" At least I got to shut him up. He was creeping me out in the dreamland.
And the final scene of my dream takes us to a public fountain in the evening time. Here, I have no persona as I am a bystander:
From the animated movie Cats Don't Dance is Sawyer, the white Persian, sitting at the fountain. She looks tired, waiting for someone. She looks like she's been there for a while. She gives up and is ready to go until suddenly, Danny, the orange tabby, calls out to her, running.
I don't remember voices in this part of dream. It was like a silent movie.
Danny apologizes for being late but Sawyer turns away from him, angry and seemingly unforgiving. Danny puts on a smile and pulls out flowers, or a gift of some sort, I can't recall well. He hands her the gift around her and she smiles. In the end they walk back together in the evening light.
Go watch Cats Don't Dance! It's a fun movie I guarantee! Haha. This is the end of this Dream arc so I hope you didn't get lost in the middle of it all. Remember, these are twisted concoctions from my brain. They're not supposed to make sense.
. 29.03.09 part three .
In this chapter I am both a persona and a bystander in the dream, on and off. It gets confusing because characters also disappear and plots fall in from nowhere.
I'm in an abandoned van with another girl (which I think it was Shaza) just a different face. She either had dark brown or red hair and I either had my black hair or, for some reason, blonde. We were homeless and camped out in the abandoned van. (I guess we never found her house! LOL)
I can tell we were in a car park because of the Grey outstretched walls and the hundreds of other cars. The people walking the the place didn't seem bothered by us. What was strange about the car park was that it rained in there...
We shivered in the van and there was a knock on the back door. I check who it is (by now I'm a bystander and not the character herself. I become an invisible vision that just sees whats happening before me, like a movie) and there is a red haired girl, also shivering and drowned wet from the rain. I think Shaza resented her coming in, saying we don't have room. Or maybe she just didn't want someone wet inside the cramped van with no air-con. My blonde self begs her to consider, seeing I didn't mind. "Oh fine. Just hurry and shut the door."
Three girls huddle in the front seats of the van watching drops trickle on the glass. We all wonder where the rain comes from until we get hungry. I take out whatever food we had stored at the back and we start nibbling. "This isn't bad! What is it?"
Shaza looks at the box packaging and unfortunately it's some organ of some animal, I can't remember what she said it was, but to us it was disgusting. I see my blonde self gacking and making silly faces so the others would laugh. My invisible self laughs too, since that's the sort of thing I'd just do.
There is a time interval and I don't know what happens in between. The next thing I knew I was myself as the persona, with my black hair in scarf and all. This is odd because mostly in my dreams I don't wear scarves but here I am, with Shaza, now her real hair color and the red head girl we welcomed was gone. Instead we have another friend, who's a boy. His full name begins with an F but for some reason, his nicky for us was Fou.
He had short, almost wavy, black hair and simple black eyes. He wore some striped shirt. I only remember the stripes. His face is implanted in my mind but I can't explain it. All I can say was he was boyishly attractive. Very attractive.
Sometimes, as a persona in my own dream, I learn the plots and IDs of characters almost instantly, like actors with scripts in a play. In my dreams, we are all still actors - we just don't premier in reality. I learn the identity of Fou. He was an orphan. His mother lost her sanity of violent causes and killed his father, whom he loved deeply. His heart was still scarred by it.
Shaza is sitting in the drivers seat of the van. Fou peers from the side window and I sit behind Shaza's headrest. She reads the papers and headers out loud, like a usual thing. There was an article where a woman, who also lost her mind, killed her victims. Fou didn't like the sound of it one bit. We knew he was still emotionally unstable by what happened and Shaza didn't mean to read that article to HIM. It just happened.
He backed away from the van cursing quietly, slowly turning hysterical. I climbed down from the van while Shaza stayed in her seat, quiet. Fou, now hysterical, kicked the van's tires and we could hear what he was saying. He cursed the madness disease. People who lost sanity were cowards who didn't want to deal with the real world. The reason his mother killed the father was, maybe, because she thought he was unfaithful.
Fou knew he wasn't and cursed his mother, now hot tears streaming down his ivory cheeks. On cue, I hug Fou tenderly. He was just an inch taller than me. I think we were the same age. I hug him and calm him down, saying "Shhhhh....shhhh....it's alright now.........calm down...shhhh." I repeat the words over and over again, and saying it with his real name. I regret not remembering his real name. I think it's better than Fou.
I can feel his hot tears and his warm, sweaty chest on mine. It's a comforting warmth. He's stopped swearing but not crying. Only gasps escape his pink lips. Slowly, slowly, they cease and when they do, he hugs me back. Its an almost romantic position, and I knew it. After kissing him on his flushed cheek, I felt that fluttery feeling in my chest, like when 6-year-olds dream of their Prince Charming. Was my Prince this time Fou? If so, who is he really?
The next thing I remember, his eyes are clear and there's a smile on his face. We three are hanging out in a mall. Shaza and I walk on and as I turn around, I see him entering a quarter into those machines where, with a twist of the knob, they give you a free gift. I think he got the tiny teddy bear for me. It was all he could afford but I didn't care. It was sweet. He returned the favor from before.
If I met Fou in real life, I'd definitely fall in love with him. This isn't the end yet so stay tuned.
. 29.03.09 part two .
Somewhere in suburbia:
I'm with Shaza and we're just laughing with glee because we finally got together to hang around. At first we're in some house, not hers, not mine. I remember a bit of the setting, as strange as it sounds. It looked a bit Arabian, with vintage, heavy curtains, rugs and oil lamps. The colors were brown and orange. With a blink of an eye, I find we're in a bus, with a very grouchy driver.
We were going to Datuk Keramat to send Shaza home, which was strange because Shaza lives in Titiwangsa, at least in the real world. On the way we talk and try to cheer up our bus driver. I think we were the only ones on the bus.
Datuk Keramat was not like the one I recognized in my world but it had open stalls, markets, bazaars and all that. It was vague but we stopped at a refreshment place. I wanted to treat Shaza to something. I felt in my pockets only my phone and mp3. Bugger, I forgot my wallet! We were low on money. I don't remember if we bought the drinks or not.
Walking past the stalls, we're trying to find a passage way to Shaza's house, or so she says. I didn't find a passage, but I found a stairway in an alley, between two shops. We took it and ended up in another place, far away from Datuk Keramat.
We ended up in a skeleton of a building. There was nothing there but it was not decrepit or scary. Freshly painted with beige and light magenta, it was just bare. "We're not in Datuk Keramat anymore, are we?"
I teasingly blamed her bad sense of direction since she couldn't remember the way to her house. We explored the place quickly, running from one spot to another. We ran downstairs and the exit opened to a plain of grass. We see other buildings similar to this one but they had windows and looked like they occupied something. I look around and on the grassy plains are a few teens, sitting in the sun, talking together in groups with textbooks and gadgets.
"How did we end up in a university??" I asked. Shaza shrugged and wanted to get to the roadside as fast as she could. "But we're too poor to get a taxi!" I said. She remembered and so we started walking. To where? Even we weren't sure.
I remember while climbing a grassy hill to the other side of the dream, a teen girl socialite laughed and mocked the two of us for reasons unexplained. I fire back at her, "Yeah you just sit there on your fat ass while we walk and lose some weight." Shaza laughed at my comment and I didn't turn back.
I also remember in the real world how Shaza would always say she was fat when in reality she's not. She's lean and quite fit for her age. In my dreams, as we were near to merge into the next chapter of my dreams, she turned into a fat, Caucasian woman, with platinum blonde hair and double chins. She cried, saying she didn't want to be fat. Her fear? Maybe.
I cheer her up and say, "You're not fat for goodness sake!" I pull her up and she returns to normal slowly. Her blonde hair and Caucasian likeness also disappears. Walking side by side, she suddenly cries right beside me. I asked what's wrong? She tells me, "I just remembered a very sad song." She sang it to me. A slow, melancholic lullaby which I can't remember now but it also made me cry, in the dream. I remember it had something to do with fathers.
I squirted the tears before waking up, and I fell back onto my pillow to begin the last chapter of my story. In a car park:
To read the continuation, you'll have to read the next post. Pls and TQ.
I'm with Shaza and we're just laughing with glee because we finally got together to hang around. At first we're in some house, not hers, not mine. I remember a bit of the setting, as strange as it sounds. It looked a bit Arabian, with vintage, heavy curtains, rugs and oil lamps. The colors were brown and orange. With a blink of an eye, I find we're in a bus, with a very grouchy driver.
We were going to Datuk Keramat to send Shaza home, which was strange because Shaza lives in Titiwangsa, at least in the real world. On the way we talk and try to cheer up our bus driver. I think we were the only ones on the bus.
Datuk Keramat was not like the one I recognized in my world but it had open stalls, markets, bazaars and all that. It was vague but we stopped at a refreshment place. I wanted to treat Shaza to something. I felt in my pockets only my phone and mp3. Bugger, I forgot my wallet! We were low on money. I don't remember if we bought the drinks or not.
Walking past the stalls, we're trying to find a passage way to Shaza's house, or so she says. I didn't find a passage, but I found a stairway in an alley, between two shops. We took it and ended up in another place, far away from Datuk Keramat.
We ended up in a skeleton of a building. There was nothing there but it was not decrepit or scary. Freshly painted with beige and light magenta, it was just bare. "We're not in Datuk Keramat anymore, are we?"
I teasingly blamed her bad sense of direction since she couldn't remember the way to her house. We explored the place quickly, running from one spot to another. We ran downstairs and the exit opened to a plain of grass. We see other buildings similar to this one but they had windows and looked like they occupied something. I look around and on the grassy plains are a few teens, sitting in the sun, talking together in groups with textbooks and gadgets.
"How did we end up in a university??" I asked. Shaza shrugged and wanted to get to the roadside as fast as she could. "But we're too poor to get a taxi!" I said. She remembered and so we started walking. To where? Even we weren't sure.
I remember while climbing a grassy hill to the other side of the dream, a teen girl socialite laughed and mocked the two of us for reasons unexplained. I fire back at her, "Yeah you just sit there on your fat ass while we walk and lose some weight." Shaza laughed at my comment and I didn't turn back.
I also remember in the real world how Shaza would always say she was fat when in reality she's not. She's lean and quite fit for her age. In my dreams, as we were near to merge into the next chapter of my dreams, she turned into a fat, Caucasian woman, with platinum blonde hair and double chins. She cried, saying she didn't want to be fat. Her fear? Maybe.
I cheer her up and say, "You're not fat for goodness sake!" I pull her up and she returns to normal slowly. Her blonde hair and Caucasian likeness also disappears. Walking side by side, she suddenly cries right beside me. I asked what's wrong? She tells me, "I just remembered a very sad song." She sang it to me. A slow, melancholic lullaby which I can't remember now but it also made me cry, in the dream. I remember it had something to do with fathers.
I squirted the tears before waking up, and I fell back onto my pillow to begin the last chapter of my story. In a car park:
To read the continuation, you'll have to read the next post. Pls and TQ.
. 29.03.09 part one .
I woke up twice so there's a mixture of dreams and personas.
We start at the school:
I'm my usual self, in uniform, or maybe I was wearing something close to it. I was rushing into the school field, which doesn't look anything like the field in real life or even a field at all. The students were all scrunched up inside green fencing, trying to organize our lines for assembly or some kind of march. I don't see my classmates. Only I'm there of my class. I'm alone and I don't want to be a single person line so I get behind Ash, "Let me be with you for a while!" I squirmed. She laughed.
And then I back away with my behind to the fence, "Wait a minute! I'm an alumni now! I don't need to do this crap anymore!" I say goodbye to Ash and she seems undisturbed that I'm going. She waves at me from the distance, happily.
I'm walking without thinking where I should go or where I should be. I'm near the road I think and I spot two people behind a white van. It's DJ and Sabun, chatting.
This is all I can remember from the first dream. Second part's a bit long so it's on the next post. On an unrelated note, I like having dreams about meeting friends in school because I know I won't be able to return to that part of my life now. It's that warm nostalgic feeling I get so its pretty nice.
We start at the school:
I'm my usual self, in uniform, or maybe I was wearing something close to it. I was rushing into the school field, which doesn't look anything like the field in real life or even a field at all. The students were all scrunched up inside green fencing, trying to organize our lines for assembly or some kind of march. I don't see my classmates. Only I'm there of my class. I'm alone and I don't want to be a single person line so I get behind Ash, "Let me be with you for a while!" I squirmed. She laughed.
And then I back away with my behind to the fence, "Wait a minute! I'm an alumni now! I don't need to do this crap anymore!" I say goodbye to Ash and she seems undisturbed that I'm going. She waves at me from the distance, happily.
I'm walking without thinking where I should go or where I should be. I'm near the road I think and I spot two people behind a white van. It's DJ and Sabun, chatting.
This is all I can remember from the first dream. Second part's a bit long so it's on the next post. On an unrelated note, I like having dreams about meeting friends in school because I know I won't be able to return to that part of my life now. It's that warm nostalgic feeling I get so its pretty nice.
. avatar?? .
I'm a huge Avatar fan, the cartoon series from Nickelodeon, amongst other things. I just love the idea and the storyline of controlling all four elements and all that but that's not how my dream started.
I'm in a bungalow and it looks like there's some sort of family celebration going on. I don't remember if I was just a guest in the house or if I was a real family member. I don't even remember what goes on during the celebration but I remember I was suppose to entertain some children. When this little girl arrived at the house, I remember saying, “Great. SHE'S here.” The girl was supposed to be a spoiled character with a horrid personality but I still had to entertain her.
Before I even started any tricks (I assume I had to perform some magic) the party was disrupted because the Avatar, Aang, landed in the middle of it all! With his wind glider. In all this excitement, he came to me asking for help. Before I knew it, we were somewhere else and we were in danger.
It looked like a temple because of the great architecture; the balconies, the pillars. Looked like the set from Avatar itself. Some bounty hunter was after Aang and he couldn't fend her off herself. The bounty hunter was a girl but she didn't look like Azula, Zuko's lightning bending sister. Which reminds me, I didn't see Zuko in my dream which was a bummer cus he's my favorite character. Aang was second fave.
But anyway the fighting was cool because I could jump very great heights and my martial arts skillz were awesome. I don't think I did any elemental bending but I could fend off the bounty hunter pretty well. So when Aang was in trouble, I jumped in and lend him a hand. But the best part of the whole dream was jumping from one pillar to another, gliding alongside Aang throughout the great architecture cus the rush was there. I like the rush very much.
The rush is sort of like an adrenaline and I don't get such rush in real life. Plus you can fly in your dreams! Who doesn't get a rush from that?? Anyways its exciting and its fun and I enjoy my night's sleep very much.
I'm in a bungalow and it looks like there's some sort of family celebration going on. I don't remember if I was just a guest in the house or if I was a real family member. I don't even remember what goes on during the celebration but I remember I was suppose to entertain some children. When this little girl arrived at the house, I remember saying, “Great. SHE'S here.” The girl was supposed to be a spoiled character with a horrid personality but I still had to entertain her.
Before I even started any tricks (I assume I had to perform some magic) the party was disrupted because the Avatar, Aang, landed in the middle of it all! With his wind glider. In all this excitement, he came to me asking for help. Before I knew it, we were somewhere else and we were in danger.
It looked like a temple because of the great architecture; the balconies, the pillars. Looked like the set from Avatar itself. Some bounty hunter was after Aang and he couldn't fend her off herself. The bounty hunter was a girl but she didn't look like Azula, Zuko's lightning bending sister. Which reminds me, I didn't see Zuko in my dream which was a bummer cus he's my favorite character. Aang was second fave.
But anyway the fighting was cool because I could jump very great heights and my martial arts skillz were awesome. I don't think I did any elemental bending but I could fend off the bounty hunter pretty well. So when Aang was in trouble, I jumped in and lend him a hand. But the best part of the whole dream was jumping from one pillar to another, gliding alongside Aang throughout the great architecture cus the rush was there. I like the rush very much.
The rush is sort of like an adrenaline and I don't get such rush in real life. Plus you can fly in your dreams! Who doesn't get a rush from that?? Anyways its exciting and its fun and I enjoy my night's sleep very much.
. the museum .
I wish I could experience this old dream again.
I was in a large group of people and we were visiting this amusement park apparently. I think my dad was there with me and I don't remember a lot about the rides but I remember this one where you have to ride the roller coaster to get to the museum! What a way to travel! The strange thing about the ride is you don't sit in the seat and strap yourselves down or anything. There aren't even any seats. Just the handlebars in front of you. All you have to do is hold on and don't let go no matter what, so evidently when the coaster goes, we're all hanging on like fish on hooks! Screaming at the top of our lungs. I was enjoying it but I was also scared as hell to let go.
So we got to the museum and the first thing that crawls into my mind is the word Petrosains. Petrosains is a family type museum in KLCC and I used to love going there as a kid and on school trips. But the one in dreamland was a much different sort. Sure it had your usual exhibits, props and the amounts of information they frame and hang on the walls. But walking deeper and deeper into the museum, much changes.
From stuffed figures to robotics that move, from photographs of the sea to humongous tanks of foreign fish, the museum was improving drastically! I just stared at the schools of weird fish in the tanks which seemed to join with other tanks... which meant the carnivorous fish were mixing with their prey. This I wanted to see and the fish I remember was the moray eel... or maybe it was a barracuda. It had a long body and sharp teeth. I wanted to see it eat but other things caught my eye.
I go into this gigantic room which looked very much like a glass dome itself. At first I thought it was the green house because of the glass but I was wrong. We were nowhere on land; we were underwater!! Or at least I think we were because outside the glass dome there was a blue whale, happily swimming around! It was incredible...
I don't know how and I don't know when, but after the underwater dome, there was another dome somewhere but everyone looked distressed. I asked someone what was wrong until I noticed behind him, beyond the glass this time was a brontosaurus... the dinosaur with the long neck. The person I asked replied, “One of them exhibits got lose... and it don't eat veggies.”
Behind me the glass was broken and there was a gigantic hole in the dome.
I woke up after that but I was glad there wasn't any chase scenes from the T-Rex or whatever dinosaur it was that escaped. I enjoyed the ride to the museum the most in this one.
I was in a large group of people and we were visiting this amusement park apparently. I think my dad was there with me and I don't remember a lot about the rides but I remember this one where you have to ride the roller coaster to get to the museum! What a way to travel! The strange thing about the ride is you don't sit in the seat and strap yourselves down or anything. There aren't even any seats. Just the handlebars in front of you. All you have to do is hold on and don't let go no matter what, so evidently when the coaster goes, we're all hanging on like fish on hooks! Screaming at the top of our lungs. I was enjoying it but I was also scared as hell to let go.
So we got to the museum and the first thing that crawls into my mind is the word Petrosains. Petrosains is a family type museum in KLCC and I used to love going there as a kid and on school trips. But the one in dreamland was a much different sort. Sure it had your usual exhibits, props and the amounts of information they frame and hang on the walls. But walking deeper and deeper into the museum, much changes.
From stuffed figures to robotics that move, from photographs of the sea to humongous tanks of foreign fish, the museum was improving drastically! I just stared at the schools of weird fish in the tanks which seemed to join with other tanks... which meant the carnivorous fish were mixing with their prey. This I wanted to see and the fish I remember was the moray eel... or maybe it was a barracuda. It had a long body and sharp teeth. I wanted to see it eat but other things caught my eye.
I go into this gigantic room which looked very much like a glass dome itself. At first I thought it was the green house because of the glass but I was wrong. We were nowhere on land; we were underwater!! Or at least I think we were because outside the glass dome there was a blue whale, happily swimming around! It was incredible...
I don't know how and I don't know when, but after the underwater dome, there was another dome somewhere but everyone looked distressed. I asked someone what was wrong until I noticed behind him, beyond the glass this time was a brontosaurus... the dinosaur with the long neck. The person I asked replied, “One of them exhibits got lose... and it don't eat veggies.”
Behind me the glass was broken and there was a gigantic hole in the dome.
I woke up after that but I was glad there wasn't any chase scenes from the T-Rex or whatever dinosaur it was that escaped. I enjoyed the ride to the museum the most in this one.
. an old scare .
This is an account of an old recurring nightmare I remember as a kid and also of how I used my newly found bending power afterwards. There are three accounts because I've had it three times but on the third, I was able to escape the horrifying loop and I haven't had that nightmare ever since.
First night: I'm in an arcade which is a huge round room of dark blue, purple and neon lights flashing with fun. In real life I didn't usually go to arcades to play; just watch other people play. But here I go up to an arcade game to try it out. But as soon as I touched the game, everything went wrong. Everyone's skin and flesh start melting away and they turn into skeletons. They stop their usual business and turn to me, hands outstretched. They were out to get me.
Woke up with sweat.
Second night: I'm in the arcade again and somehow I'm aware of what happened before as if I pressed the restart button and knew what not to do. I stayed in the middle of the room, not touching or doing anything. Half the time, I also wanted to see what would happen. Soon enough I did but the SAME thing happened! Everyone turned into skeletons and were coming for me. I ran for someplace to hide and it was under a shallow table but of course that didn't work.
Woke up with sweat.
Third night: So here I was AGAIN but this time change of whole routine. Instead of waiting for something to happen, I quickly make my way to the exit and sprint out of here. The skeletons were quite slow but I didn't look back to see if they caught up or not. Running down the street, it looked as if it was Halloween town, the Disney sort of way, not the Tim Burton visionary. I dash into the first shop I see to hide and it was a spooky bakery. The shopkeeper was a vampire, but the friendly kind. Like the Count from Sesame street. His delivery boy was, would you know it, Frankenstein... who was at the time looking for his own brain before the next delivery. I remember I chuckled while hiding behind the counter.
That vampire was friendly to let me hide behind his counter, not like the vampire dream I had when I was older. I was really scared when this vampire chased me and when he bit me I actually felt a numbness on my neck when I woke up. No puncture marks though. It was just a sprain. My brain likes to play tricks on me.
First night: I'm in an arcade which is a huge round room of dark blue, purple and neon lights flashing with fun. In real life I didn't usually go to arcades to play; just watch other people play. But here I go up to an arcade game to try it out. But as soon as I touched the game, everything went wrong. Everyone's skin and flesh start melting away and they turn into skeletons. They stop their usual business and turn to me, hands outstretched. They were out to get me.
Woke up with sweat.
Second night: I'm in the arcade again and somehow I'm aware of what happened before as if I pressed the restart button and knew what not to do. I stayed in the middle of the room, not touching or doing anything. Half the time, I also wanted to see what would happen. Soon enough I did but the SAME thing happened! Everyone turned into skeletons and were coming for me. I ran for someplace to hide and it was under a shallow table but of course that didn't work.
Woke up with sweat.
Third night: So here I was AGAIN but this time change of whole routine. Instead of waiting for something to happen, I quickly make my way to the exit and sprint out of here. The skeletons were quite slow but I didn't look back to see if they caught up or not. Running down the street, it looked as if it was Halloween town, the Disney sort of way, not the Tim Burton visionary. I dash into the first shop I see to hide and it was a spooky bakery. The shopkeeper was a vampire, but the friendly kind. Like the Count from Sesame street. His delivery boy was, would you know it, Frankenstein... who was at the time looking for his own brain before the next delivery. I remember I chuckled while hiding behind the counter.
That vampire was friendly to let me hide behind his counter, not like the vampire dream I had when I was older. I was really scared when this vampire chased me and when he bit me I actually felt a numbness on my neck when I woke up. No puncture marks though. It was just a sprain. My brain likes to play tricks on me.
. 18.08.09 at 3AM .
I was going out at night with friends but somehow or rather forgot to tell my parents about that. We were already in the car about to drive down the hill where you weren't supposed to because it was a one-way. I said, "Dad I forgot to tell you but I'm going bowling with my friends. Hope its ok with you and mom." Don't know what dad replied to that but he said after that, "Your mom's on the way down now." And even in dreams I was terrified at getting scolded by mom.
As she was walking down the hill, I got out of the car and thought of confronting her. What's the use of hiding. But as I walked closer to her up the hill, her body started taking shape of a drawing... a white body with blue lines across and she was looking less and less like my mom. The next thing I knew I was doodling this angry image in my notebook.
We (this time my classmates and I) were going on a trip to a ranch and when we arrived, there was nothing but hills and meadow and green, green grass. I was having fun running up and down on the what seemed to be a steep hill. No one followed. They were just relaxing by the ranch or under trees. But while I was running, someone did notice and wanted to join. It was a horse! At first this horse had a tan sort of color and pale blonde manes. It came running up to me and we both ran from one hill to the other.
Sooner or later my friends saw us and everyone cheered on for the show. I don't remember what was so spectacular about running with a horse but I remember this one trick where I'd put my hand up high in the air and the horse would jump right over me. Like a scene from Free Willy. Everyone could see the horse really liked me. It lied down with me and nuzzled its big head on my lap while I fed it apples and flowers. My friends were a bit scared to still stroke it, fearing that it wouldn't treat them the same as me.
In another dream now, I'm in a house with not so familiar people and its pouring cats and dogs outside. Suddenly I think about the horse only because I missed it and didn't want the dream to end so soon. And from out of the blue, an aunt spots something in the downpour and its neighing! Oh! Is it my horse?! I called to it and it galloped to the front yard of the house (the gate was left open and it had a canopy so it was dry for the meantime) and it looked very grateful for getting out of the rain. But the aunt who spotted it said, "I don't want that thing ruining my good floors! But it may stay there if it wishes." I noticed it was drying off rather quickly without any towels or even a shake. I started feeding my horse colorful roses I found in vases or that was displayed on tables. It liked the purple roses best.
We cut to a stadium and I know by now my horse is gone. It's dark and we're watching ice-skating. There's a black-American girl skating and she's doing miraculous stunts on ice like the jump and landing with a split or that turn where she skates with her hands. She presents the next group of skaters who were doing a synchronized sort of thing. They looked like primary school children in lines of 2 rows. Just after they start skating, the lead girl started to cry and went to the sidelines. My mom and I (I guess I went to watch with her at the beginning) ran over to where the girl hid and we saw her mother trying to snap her out of it. We were thinking the same thing; parental pressure much?
I miss that horse. Wish I could run through the meadows with it again. That part was lovely because I could feel the rush when you're running in real life, the grass under your heels, the wind in your face. Most dreams feel so real, don't they?
As she was walking down the hill, I got out of the car and thought of confronting her. What's the use of hiding. But as I walked closer to her up the hill, her body started taking shape of a drawing... a white body with blue lines across and she was looking less and less like my mom. The next thing I knew I was doodling this angry image in my notebook.
We (this time my classmates and I) were going on a trip to a ranch and when we arrived, there was nothing but hills and meadow and green, green grass. I was having fun running up and down on the what seemed to be a steep hill. No one followed. They were just relaxing by the ranch or under trees. But while I was running, someone did notice and wanted to join. It was a horse! At first this horse had a tan sort of color and pale blonde manes. It came running up to me and we both ran from one hill to the other.
Sooner or later my friends saw us and everyone cheered on for the show. I don't remember what was so spectacular about running with a horse but I remember this one trick where I'd put my hand up high in the air and the horse would jump right over me. Like a scene from Free Willy. Everyone could see the horse really liked me. It lied down with me and nuzzled its big head on my lap while I fed it apples and flowers. My friends were a bit scared to still stroke it, fearing that it wouldn't treat them the same as me.
In another dream now, I'm in a house with not so familiar people and its pouring cats and dogs outside. Suddenly I think about the horse only because I missed it and didn't want the dream to end so soon. And from out of the blue, an aunt spots something in the downpour and its neighing! Oh! Is it my horse?! I called to it and it galloped to the front yard of the house (the gate was left open and it had a canopy so it was dry for the meantime) and it looked very grateful for getting out of the rain. But the aunt who spotted it said, "I don't want that thing ruining my good floors! But it may stay there if it wishes." I noticed it was drying off rather quickly without any towels or even a shake. I started feeding my horse colorful roses I found in vases or that was displayed on tables. It liked the purple roses best.
We cut to a stadium and I know by now my horse is gone. It's dark and we're watching ice-skating. There's a black-American girl skating and she's doing miraculous stunts on ice like the jump and landing with a split or that turn where she skates with her hands. She presents the next group of skaters who were doing a synchronized sort of thing. They looked like primary school children in lines of 2 rows. Just after they start skating, the lead girl started to cry and went to the sidelines. My mom and I (I guess I went to watch with her at the beginning) ran over to where the girl hid and we saw her mother trying to snap her out of it. We were thinking the same thing; parental pressure much?
I miss that horse. Wish I could run through the meadows with it again. That part was lovely because I could feel the rush when you're running in real life, the grass under your heels, the wind in your face. Most dreams feel so real, don't they?
. 15.08.09 cake and Sano .
We start at a restaurant which was weird already because I was alone. I assume I came on my own as I was ordering only for me. I don't remember what my main dish was but before I ordered the dessert, I remember checking my wallet making sure I had enough money to pay for everything (even though aware I was dreaming) I had loads of RM50s in my wallet and the chocolate cake was below RM30 so ok! I'll have a big slice!
After the cake came, I noticed something about my surroundings. I was in like a shopping center (nothing strange about that) but everyone, including me, was barefoot. The waiters, the passers by, I went 'where are my shoes?'
Then after noticing this, another waiter came to me and said where I was sitting was not very good or something like that. Then I asked if he would help me move all my things to another table and he said gladly he would. Like magic, as he pulled out the tablecloth, everything stuck to the cloth and was laid out as neat as it was before on a new table. Like in a cartoon. I didn't bother about that much. I wanted to eat cake!
After having a few bites suddenly Sano appears behind me like old pals bumping into each other. He says something about nice seeing me with chocolate, like good old times. Then he asked if we wanted to go to the bookshop. Before saying yeah, I got up and went with him and there we were already browsing books.
But then the bookshop was closing, the lights were dimming and I saw there was an opening to a narrow corridor out of nowhere. Sano grabbed my wrist and pulled me and we started running through the corridor. I don't know why I wasn't surprised. In fact we were laughing. Running through that narrow corridor, it looked very much like those in the old IIC building at Sri Rampai, only squeezed smaller.
In real life Sano is one of my bestest buddies. He's been more of a big brother to me and I luvs him.. the big brotherly way, but even he found this dream strange (yeah I told him about it).
After the cake came, I noticed something about my surroundings. I was in like a shopping center (nothing strange about that) but everyone, including me, was barefoot. The waiters, the passers by, I went 'where are my shoes?'
Then after noticing this, another waiter came to me and said where I was sitting was not very good or something like that. Then I asked if he would help me move all my things to another table and he said gladly he would. Like magic, as he pulled out the tablecloth, everything stuck to the cloth and was laid out as neat as it was before on a new table. Like in a cartoon. I didn't bother about that much. I wanted to eat cake!
After having a few bites suddenly Sano appears behind me like old pals bumping into each other. He says something about nice seeing me with chocolate, like good old times. Then he asked if we wanted to go to the bookshop. Before saying yeah, I got up and went with him and there we were already browsing books.
But then the bookshop was closing, the lights were dimming and I saw there was an opening to a narrow corridor out of nowhere. Sano grabbed my wrist and pulled me and we started running through the corridor. I don't know why I wasn't surprised. In fact we were laughing. Running through that narrow corridor, it looked very much like those in the old IIC building at Sri Rampai, only squeezed smaller.
In real life Sano is one of my bestest buddies. He's been more of a big brother to me and I luvs him.. the big brotherly way, but even he found this dream strange (yeah I told him about it).
. 19.06.09 superhero dream .
I'm in a group of four; Peter, the cute, smart, boy next door as my best friend from middle school. I'm the down-to-earth, flexible gymnast. Brad's the not so smart football star and Jackie, the generous and actually nice cheerleader.
I don't remember how I look like but Peter has neat, dark brown hair and hazel eyes, rosy cheeks and an adorable smile. Brad has a cocky smile, heavy built but his heart is in the right place. Jackie has dark red hair, a mix with brunette, bubbly character and I remember her always optimistic.
One day the science lab that we had a school trip to exploded and their experimental, biologically engineered frogs died and us four people were not that exposed but we fell unconscious. But even though sprawled all over the floor, those frogs that were left in tact and not all bloody climbed into the students' mouths. Genetically engineered zombie frogs... creepy.
When the students woke up, they awoke with strange powers. I got super-strength. Peter had super-intelligence. Brad, super-speed and Jackie, super-stealth. Somewhere in between, a scientist in charge of the frogs' project told us by crawling into our stomachs and being digested to death, their radioactivity somehow transferred into our bodies that way. No one could explain why the frogs did it, but it was gross anyway.
We were an awesome team. Some parts of my dream was a blur but I do remember we saved a power plant from exploding. In all the cheer, it was because of Peter's enhanced intelligence and quick thinking the plant and town were saved. Jackie, in all the excitement gave him a hug and a quick peck but gave Brad, her BF, a real smooching.
Me, the long time best friend said to him, "Way to go, hero." and gave him a warm kiss on the cheek. His cheeks became even rosier and he had a shy smile on. He meekly asked, "Could I have a longer one?" I guess he meant the kiss. So I did, on the lips. Everyone around us cheered. It was like in one of those Disney movies XD Everyone lived happily ever after.
These people were not even Malaysian. They looked a lot like Caucasians. Maybe this dream happened by itself because I watched that Disney movie, Sky High, though this may be totally different. Our brain works in strange ways, no?
I don't remember how I look like but Peter has neat, dark brown hair and hazel eyes, rosy cheeks and an adorable smile. Brad has a cocky smile, heavy built but his heart is in the right place. Jackie has dark red hair, a mix with brunette, bubbly character and I remember her always optimistic.
One day the science lab that we had a school trip to exploded and their experimental, biologically engineered frogs died and us four people were not that exposed but we fell unconscious. But even though sprawled all over the floor, those frogs that were left in tact and not all bloody climbed into the students' mouths. Genetically engineered zombie frogs... creepy.
When the students woke up, they awoke with strange powers. I got super-strength. Peter had super-intelligence. Brad, super-speed and Jackie, super-stealth. Somewhere in between, a scientist in charge of the frogs' project told us by crawling into our stomachs and being digested to death, their radioactivity somehow transferred into our bodies that way. No one could explain why the frogs did it, but it was gross anyway.
We were an awesome team. Some parts of my dream was a blur but I do remember we saved a power plant from exploding. In all the cheer, it was because of Peter's enhanced intelligence and quick thinking the plant and town were saved. Jackie, in all the excitement gave him a hug and a quick peck but gave Brad, her BF, a real smooching.
Me, the long time best friend said to him, "Way to go, hero." and gave him a warm kiss on the cheek. His cheeks became even rosier and he had a shy smile on. He meekly asked, "Could I have a longer one?" I guess he meant the kiss. So I did, on the lips. Everyone around us cheered. It was like in one of those Disney movies XD Everyone lived happily ever after.
These people were not even Malaysian. They looked a lot like Caucasians. Maybe this dream happened by itself because I watched that Disney movie, Sky High, though this may be totally different. Our brain works in strange ways, no?
. third week in june09 .
I was downstairs at the playground. I have no idea what the occasion was but it looked like a small party going on. I didn't recognize most of the people until I walked closer to the swimming pool side. DJ, Sano and Zim were there, barefoot all dressed in white. White shirts, white slacks, and no shoes. I can't remember what their expressions were as they stepped into the pool.
They were standing side by side each other and in sync they stepped into the pool at the same time. I don't remember whether they were happy swimming or they were indifferent. Overall it was weird. They just sank into the pool.
Next was a sweet part. I was in charge to take care of a small boy who wanted to play on the swings. He was adorable. He had light hazel eyes and soft, blonde curly hair. Kinda like DJ when he was smaller cept for the eye color. We were both laughing playing at the swings.
Yyyeaaah.. still don't know what it means. Very short Dream it seems but when I woke up it was morning.
They were standing side by side each other and in sync they stepped into the pool at the same time. I don't remember whether they were happy swimming or they were indifferent. Overall it was weird. They just sank into the pool.
Next was a sweet part. I was in charge to take care of a small boy who wanted to play on the swings. He was adorable. He had light hazel eyes and soft, blonde curly hair. Kinda like DJ when he was smaller cept for the eye color. We were both laughing playing at the swings.
Yyyeaaah.. still don't know what it means. Very short Dream it seems but when I woke up it was morning.
. 26.04.09 zombies! shit .
I am in a mall of some sort. I feel like I've been in this mall before, in dreamland, not in real life. This time I'm with friends though their faces are blur, but I knew them as my classmates from the real world.
We were finished with our day of hanging out and went down the escalator to the basement where someone's car was parked to take us home. But something eerie was happening down at the basement. Something not very pretty.
After stepping off the escalator, three walls of glass and one of cement, where the elevators were, surrounded us. Normal, since it was how we got to the car park. But something was happening out there behind the cars. Everyone behind the glass couldn't help but feel uneasy...
...until we saw them; zombies! They looked like the cast from Resident Evil! The sad part about it was one of my friends was bitten.
The guy who went out to get his car round to drive us back. He returned for flesh and blood. He grabbed my best friend and wanted to bite her arm but I stopped him. We were fighting for the girl and I could see he was still a bit of his human self. He struggled not to bite her too, because when he was human, he had a big crush on her. He was on the edge of humanity but it couldn't last.
As he was about to dive in for the arm, I got myself the emergency axe and hacked at his chest. At first he was stunned enough to let my friend go, and then he smiled. Remembering my zombie movies at that particular moment I said, "Oh right...aim for the head.."
He tries to attack me and I take back my axe but I hesitated attacking him. I cried out his name, as if he would return to his normal human self. I thought it would work in my dream but alas, not this time. When I had no choice, I hacked the blade into his neck and my friend died in a bloody pool. I felt depressed in dreamland.
I helped others by hacking the same axe into other zombies' necks. Two zombies I remember was an elderly woman and a young adult man. I still grieved over my friend zombie. I'm not sure what happened to my other friends but I know I saved by best friend. I kept her in a safe place with other survivors.
It felt like I was the only one who was gutsy enough to fight zombies with a small axe. After leaving my friend with the survivors, I went out to the car park looking for zombie blood. I think I was angry for turning my friend into one and forcing me to kill him. I even felt frustrated after waking up!
After killing a couple more zombies, a government official comes up to me and says "It's all over...you can stop now." What?? No more zombies?? The man shook his head. "We've got them all. And we've got the syrum for anyone who's been bitten. The survivors are safe because of you."
I gathered the information and I started to cry. A syrum....there was a syrum....there was a syrum....In my head I told myself, if only I had let him live a little longer, if I could have kept him somewhere, we could've given him the syrum later and I wouldn't have to kill him.... DAMMIT!
I return to a resting room and see that my other friends are alright.
This time I tried bending my dream at will but I guess it didn't work (as you can see) and I actually woke up angry and frustrated at this particular dream. Well good news is I remembered tips of defeating zombies from the Resident Evil movies. Plus, I was so brave to be attacking them head-on so hooray for me!
We were finished with our day of hanging out and went down the escalator to the basement where someone's car was parked to take us home. But something eerie was happening down at the basement. Something not very pretty.
After stepping off the escalator, three walls of glass and one of cement, where the elevators were, surrounded us. Normal, since it was how we got to the car park. But something was happening out there behind the cars. Everyone behind the glass couldn't help but feel uneasy...
...until we saw them; zombies! They looked like the cast from Resident Evil! The sad part about it was one of my friends was bitten.
The guy who went out to get his car round to drive us back. He returned for flesh and blood. He grabbed my best friend and wanted to bite her arm but I stopped him. We were fighting for the girl and I could see he was still a bit of his human self. He struggled not to bite her too, because when he was human, he had a big crush on her. He was on the edge of humanity but it couldn't last.
As he was about to dive in for the arm, I got myself the emergency axe and hacked at his chest. At first he was stunned enough to let my friend go, and then he smiled. Remembering my zombie movies at that particular moment I said, "Oh right...aim for the head.."
He tries to attack me and I take back my axe but I hesitated attacking him. I cried out his name, as if he would return to his normal human self. I thought it would work in my dream but alas, not this time. When I had no choice, I hacked the blade into his neck and my friend died in a bloody pool. I felt depressed in dreamland.
I helped others by hacking the same axe into other zombies' necks. Two zombies I remember was an elderly woman and a young adult man. I still grieved over my friend zombie. I'm not sure what happened to my other friends but I know I saved by best friend. I kept her in a safe place with other survivors.
It felt like I was the only one who was gutsy enough to fight zombies with a small axe. After leaving my friend with the survivors, I went out to the car park looking for zombie blood. I think I was angry for turning my friend into one and forcing me to kill him. I even felt frustrated after waking up!
After killing a couple more zombies, a government official comes up to me and says "It's all over...you can stop now." What?? No more zombies?? The man shook his head. "We've got them all. And we've got the syrum for anyone who's been bitten. The survivors are safe because of you."
I gathered the information and I started to cry. A syrum....there was a syrum....there was a syrum....In my head I told myself, if only I had let him live a little longer, if I could have kept him somewhere, we could've given him the syrum later and I wouldn't have to kill him.... DAMMIT!
I return to a resting room and see that my other friends are alright.
This time I tried bending my dream at will but I guess it didn't work (as you can see) and I actually woke up angry and frustrated at this particular dream. Well good news is I remembered tips of defeating zombies from the Resident Evil movies. Plus, I was so brave to be attacking them head-on so hooray for me!
. 28.03.09 mall detective .
The place looks like a vast mall. I remember what I looked like. I had my long, almost black hair out. It was longer. Till my elbows, the way I dreamed them to be. I was wearing the black and white striped sleeved shirt my uncle bought for me in Sunway. I had on dark, knee-length pants and the same black and white socks to cover my bare legs. I've always wanted a pair. I think I had on black sneakers too...not sure.
My persona in this dream was a teenage private investigator. Reminded me so much of Detective Conan. I was looking for a crook who I believed to have wandered into the very same mall. I go in. I know he's on the 6th floor.
The mall is a giant ring. The shops are on the ring's walls and the inside is empty. From birds eye view, it might look like a donut with glass over the hole. In the middle of the ring, they staged events. Today's events was the Battle of the Brains, or something like that. Child geniuses and prodigies gathered on a platform in the middle of the ring, and just before anything started, I get onto the platform as well.
The platform levitates straight up but close enough to the levels of the mall. The presenter will introduce them one by one and after their introduction, they step onto the level of the mall, just over the barring. Just a little stage act for before the real contest.
I disguise myself as a contestant and step onto the platform. I hide behind the bigger ones as the platforms lifts off from the ground and drops off the geniuses one introduction at a time; each one had their own nickname of title. My hands were in my pockets the whole time.
5 had got off already. Another 4 were left, counting me. I needed to get off at the 6th level so I got ready to jump with the others. The presenter introduced the pair of prodigies, the Yoshiada Twins. A small boy and girl did a little pose before the platform let them down. I got off with them. They looked at me confused. I remember the presenter starting to introduce me as the 'Metal Girl'. I think Metal was referring to the music genre, which I think he assumed it from the way I dressed.
I get off and I catch a glimpse of the crook I was looking for. I run after him, but the game personnel were running after me as well. Something about straying of the game, which was funny because they should've known I wasn't a part of it in the first place. "I've got no time for you guys!" I yell over my shoulder as I jumped down a flight of stairs all the way down, after the crook. I remember looking at my black and white shins gliding down the stairs.
My persona in this dream was a teenage private investigator. Reminded me so much of Detective Conan. I was looking for a crook who I believed to have wandered into the very same mall. I go in. I know he's on the 6th floor.
The mall is a giant ring. The shops are on the ring's walls and the inside is empty. From birds eye view, it might look like a donut with glass over the hole. In the middle of the ring, they staged events. Today's events was the Battle of the Brains, or something like that. Child geniuses and prodigies gathered on a platform in the middle of the ring, and just before anything started, I get onto the platform as well.
The platform levitates straight up but close enough to the levels of the mall. The presenter will introduce them one by one and after their introduction, they step onto the level of the mall, just over the barring. Just a little stage act for before the real contest.
I disguise myself as a contestant and step onto the platform. I hide behind the bigger ones as the platforms lifts off from the ground and drops off the geniuses one introduction at a time; each one had their own nickname of title. My hands were in my pockets the whole time.
5 had got off already. Another 4 were left, counting me. I needed to get off at the 6th level so I got ready to jump with the others. The presenter introduced the pair of prodigies, the Yoshiada Twins. A small boy and girl did a little pose before the platform let them down. I got off with them. They looked at me confused. I remember the presenter starting to introduce me as the 'Metal Girl'. I think Metal was referring to the music genre, which I think he assumed it from the way I dressed.
I get off and I catch a glimpse of the crook I was looking for. I run after him, but the game personnel were running after me as well. Something about straying of the game, which was funny because they should've known I wasn't a part of it in the first place. "I've got no time for you guys!" I yell over my shoulder as I jumped down a flight of stairs all the way down, after the crook. I remember looking at my black and white shins gliding down the stairs.
Often ppl are bugged when they see other ppl or characters whom they've never met in their entire life in their Dreams. I see loads of them. Some I think are even made up or cartoons or even a mash of two or more ppl in one. However whether we recognize them or not, with a single glance, our brain copies their images subconsciously and placed them in the memory bank. These blurry characters are then retrieved only during our sub-con state of mind when we sleep. It's the same with words and numbers; they could have been a passage from a book or words off a billboard or ad you skimmed or passed by.
. 03.03.09 some tuesday nite .
I was a red-head with short, spunky hair and I was still in the same school. Though this time my school building looked much cooler and it had cool architecture and attachments and stuff. The windows were replaced with arcs and there was a lot more plantation around the gardens and vines on the walls. Besides that, I was a boarder student along with a lot of others so we had to sleep in the school. Because there were no windows and levels of buildings, me and my friend Ash like jumping down from the windows. "Last one to the ground floor's a rotten egg!"
One evening, in the girls' bathroom I was the last one to finish showering but wouldn't you believe it? Someone took my shirt by mistake. I had my pants and underwear but no shirt to cover my bra. I rushed and looked around for something. I found a collared shirt. It was alright. I just looked more like a boy. After that I looked for the other girls and my friends to see if they knew about my missing shirt. But before I could begin my questioning, the school was overrun by a gangster mob!
The gangsters had a leader and he didn't seem to do anything violent. He just wanted to take over the school to hide in temporarily. He separated the boys and men from the girls and women. But they almost mistook me for a boy. I showed them I wasn't a boy; just a girl with a lot of spunk. The leader liked my spunk and put me in charge of the girls' cooking management. The women had to prepare meals for the gang members while the men did chores. I remember we made spaghetti.
I remember they treated us nicely. They didn't seem at all bad. We were allowed to eat 3 times a day and since it was a school, there were a lot of available toilets and bathrooms. Apparently we didn't intend to escape either.
There are always mixed emotions when you dream. When in real situations you'd be sad and/or angry, in most of my dreams I'm always happy and even daring. Friends have asked if I get nightmares. When I was little, they scared the shit out of me and it was worse when they repeat over and over again. But now since I gained a little more control, I can bend my nightmares and make them less scary and more adventurous.
One evening, in the girls' bathroom I was the last one to finish showering but wouldn't you believe it? Someone took my shirt by mistake. I had my pants and underwear but no shirt to cover my bra. I rushed and looked around for something. I found a collared shirt. It was alright. I just looked more like a boy. After that I looked for the other girls and my friends to see if they knew about my missing shirt. But before I could begin my questioning, the school was overrun by a gangster mob!
The gangsters had a leader and he didn't seem to do anything violent. He just wanted to take over the school to hide in temporarily. He separated the boys and men from the girls and women. But they almost mistook me for a boy. I showed them I wasn't a boy; just a girl with a lot of spunk. The leader liked my spunk and put me in charge of the girls' cooking management. The women had to prepare meals for the gang members while the men did chores. I remember we made spaghetti.
I remember they treated us nicely. They didn't seem at all bad. We were allowed to eat 3 times a day and since it was a school, there were a lot of available toilets and bathrooms. Apparently we didn't intend to escape either.
There are always mixed emotions when you dream. When in real situations you'd be sad and/or angry, in most of my dreams I'm always happy and even daring. Friends have asked if I get nightmares. When I was little, they scared the shit out of me and it was worse when they repeat over and over again. But now since I gained a little more control, I can bend my nightmares and make them less scary and more adventurous.
. the Bobs .
It's a dream I had a long time ago~~ Here goes: I'm in the supermarket with my 'dream-brother and sister' (they have no names so I just call the boy A and the girl Sana in my dream) They are young and want to eat mayonnaise straight from the jar. I say, "No! Get away from the mayo!" Then suddenly the supermarket is being surrounded. People think its terrorists, but then all the exits are blocked by huge guys. They all look the same and they have the same name; Bob. (funny I know. I think I laughed in my sleep...) Anyway, they are keeping people trapped in the supermarket and there's no way out.
Then the story changes a little. My 'dream-brother and sister' disappear and the next thing I knew, all our classmates are trapped with me by the guys named Bob. Everyone was there! Sano, Dee, Aniq, Yem, Sonny! All trapped! We weren't in a supermarket anymore. We were in an empty building, we were being held hostage on the second or third floor. We were very high up. It looked like a school but not Adni, our high school. The rooms had tables and chairs and you know what the Bobs forced us to do??
They forced us all to write ESSAYS!!! Oh the horror! Essays!! (I was like WTF?? terrorists want us to write essays??) The girls start to panic and quarrel with each other. The boys?? The boys were not serious at all (as usual) They were joking around and laughing until the Bobs came to check on us. They force us to write the essays. Me and Dee buy time by writing stupid essays to pass up to the Bobs while we think of how to escape. Dee and the girls distract the Bobs while I look around our classroom prison.
The Bobs didn't see me but I discovered that you could open the windows wide enough for all of us to climb out. So one by one, we climbed out and we escaped! Ta-daaa! Then we had some real fun when we celebrated. When we celebrated, my friend wanted to play catch with me with a basketball like we used to do in school. But when I had a feeling I was going to wake up, I said the strangest thing: "Sorry but I'm going to wake up now." *gives basketball back*
But all my friend said back was, "Ok! See you next time then!"
Apparently I am aware when I am dreaming and I can actually take control of my dreams due to that advantage like fly whenever I want to or stop the villains from controlling the world! But they don't always work out that way. What about you? Do you know you're dreaming at that exact moment?
Then the story changes a little. My 'dream-brother and sister' disappear and the next thing I knew, all our classmates are trapped with me by the guys named Bob. Everyone was there! Sano, Dee, Aniq, Yem, Sonny! All trapped! We weren't in a supermarket anymore. We were in an empty building, we were being held hostage on the second or third floor. We were very high up. It looked like a school but not Adni, our high school. The rooms had tables and chairs and you know what the Bobs forced us to do??
They forced us all to write ESSAYS!!! Oh the horror! Essays!! (I was like WTF?? terrorists want us to write essays??) The girls start to panic and quarrel with each other. The boys?? The boys were not serious at all (as usual) They were joking around and laughing until the Bobs came to check on us. They force us to write the essays. Me and Dee buy time by writing stupid essays to pass up to the Bobs while we think of how to escape. Dee and the girls distract the Bobs while I look around our classroom prison.
The Bobs didn't see me but I discovered that you could open the windows wide enough for all of us to climb out. So one by one, we climbed out and we escaped! Ta-daaa! Then we had some real fun when we celebrated. When we celebrated, my friend wanted to play catch with me with a basketball like we used to do in school. But when I had a feeling I was going to wake up, I said the strangest thing: "Sorry but I'm going to wake up now." *gives basketball back*
But all my friend said back was, "Ok! See you next time then!"
Apparently I am aware when I am dreaming and I can actually take control of my dreams due to that advantage like fly whenever I want to or stop the villains from controlling the world! But they don't always work out that way. What about you? Do you know you're dreaming at that exact moment?
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