Here I am myself, headscarf, black attire and all. Its a normal day and I'm hanging with friends. That night as I slept I had a horrible dream. A dream about a building which had 5 floors and each floor had a balcony; sort of like an apartment. On the third floor balcony however I could see plainly, even from far away, there was a decapitated head that looked like one of my friends', Sano's. There was also something wrong about the first and fifth floor but it was the third one that really got me. I woke up scared and told my friends right away.
Sano in my Dream was fine and I told him about finding his head on the third floor balcony. He assured me his head was still in tact and my guy friends were with me and agreed to investigate. They took me to the building I described. It was more decrepit than I imagined in my Dream-Dream and much of it was boarded up but we broke in anyway. We were like the Scooby Doo gang only without a dog. Went inside and strange enough, the inside looked like my high school. There was also like one or two classes going on in what looked like should be a condemned building.
In my high school, some classes had two doors where we could walk through to end up some place else and we took them as shortcuts. We did the same thing to one class. My guy friends (which were only Min and Sano that I remember) thought the little children were freaky and escaped the class as quick as possible. I smiled as I stepped into the class. A girl said, “I'll let you pass if you can guess my name.” I replied, “Hello Aisyah.” and she let me through. Strange I wasn't scared of the creepy children.
We got to the third floor which after entering looked like a rooftop parking lot. After much searching, which I don't recall any part of, we discovered that there was a murder there a long time ago. The body was not found and it went unsolved. We recovered the missing bones and the skull that was separated. Apparently there were also killings on the first and fifth floor too but those cases were solved and closed. Our discovery made the papers and I was noted as a psychic Dreamer. I remember the day that followed, we were hanging out talking about our experience to our other friends (which I remember there were Elmi, Deena and Omar). We had our pictures in the black and white papers, showing it to everyone. Too bad our faces in the paper looked so sombre.
It feels like I had this Dream before, a long, long time ago so much that I had forgotten it. Some parts like the beginning and the end were a little improvised I think so lemme get straight to it.
I'm at my condo except it doesn't look exactly like it. It's brown, a little rusted and worn down. My persona was a little kid; whether I was a girl or boy I'm still not sure but I acted like a boy. I had with me my gang of three other boys and we were like the rascals you'd find around squatter residences or villages, wearing second hand singlets and stained shorts. They were my best friends.
One day we played a serious prank and vandalized a bible we found. We defiled the title of the bible and some more words with our own writing and had a good laugh. We were small kids and no one saw us. After that we played like normal. The day after, however, something did happen. This part I remember from my forgotten Dream in the past.
The routine in the Dream world was that we would go to the ground floor to play and in the evening go back upstairs to our floors using the elevator. The elevator took a while to get upstairs and since we didn't want to be late for the evening prayers (we being Muslim in the Dream I presumed) we prayed in the elevator and were done the time the doors opened. So we were praying as usual and we just finished. My friend on the right, who was a bit older and taller than us, was supposed to get out first as it was his floor.
The second the doors opened, a giant knife jutted out from the opening and went through my friend. I remember the blood splattering on the right side of my face. Not much I can recall after that. I could have been traumatized.
Some time passed and we took it as a freak accident, even though we didn't know where the giant knife came from. In the elevator again and this time I trembled while praying, hoping one of us wouldn't die again. I almost cried when the doors opened but thankfully nothing happened, and my friend exited fine. I went home after him. The next morning, got into the elevator to go downstairs to play. I saw my other friend, the shorter one, “Ya! Min aina Salim?” For some reason we spoke Arabic to each other. Salim was the friend in the lift yesterday and I asked the other where he was. He just shook his head.
I came out of the lift, letting it go as we looked around the corridors for Salim. Suddenly an old woman who was walking through the same corridor shrieked as she pointed to the stairways. There we saw, at each landing there were blood splatters. Our eyes trailed down and as each landing descended, there was more blood until we reached the bottom. There was a whole puddle full of black red.
At that time I was scared shitless. I ran somewhere to grab the same bible we made fun off. In my head I cursed at the same time begged God to forgive us for our sins, thinking it was just innocent fun. “God, I beseech you, take no more lives. Leave my friend, leave us alone.” I recall saying. I found a room where it looked like the study/computer room in my home and found my dad. I asked him frantically that I was being punished for making fun of the bible and whether I should burn it (To get rid of the curse? To erase the evidence?)
My dad said no. For some strange reason he was smiling as if I was making jokes. I told him I wasn't making jokes and that he shouldn't laugh when I was being serious. I asked him why he said no and he said he didn't know the reason behind it. Normally he would say yes, yet he said no. So I told him the reason why he said no. “Because God told you to say no!!”
I have no idea how to interpret this. I think my life tells me when I'm too happy so it gives me screwed up Dreams to balance the misery and happiness together. At least I'm not miserable in reality, right? C:
My persona this time is an average high school student who's participating in an inter-school drama. Girls from my school would have to put on a play with some guys from the brother school near ours so it was like a first time meeting them. I was an average looking, non-preppy teenage girl with short, chocolate hair, orange-brown eyes and I was cast in an unglamorous role, not that I minded. The drama queen of our school was of course the little miss starlet. Blonde and bitchy. Always hogging the spotlight. Even though I didn't pay much mind to her, she would bully and boss me and everyone else. I remember the ballet rehearsals where she and the other girls danced around on stage - the princess is being followed by her entourage. The dresses were fairy-like; plush and glittery. I was dressed in dull, dark blue drags as I was a mere messenger boy who had to carry a message from the princess to the neighboring prince.
Speaking of prince, the boys from the brother school arrived for rehearsal and their star actor was Mr. Perfect. He was handsome, had a nice set of hair, fit body, and all the girls were over him; never minding he had braces (I remember I also wore braces in this Dream). However when the blonde noticed him walking in, she and her entourage sort of charged towards him. Unfortunately I was in the way and I was dragged along rather forcefully. I ended up meeting him. When he saw me, his face sort of lighted up as if for the first time. He says hi to me while the other girls are trying to get his attention. I say hi back but the blonde is getting in my way, diverting his gaze. I thought it was coincidence he said hi to me so I thought it'd be better if I backed off. So I pulled myself out of the crowd and hung around near the props. Sooner or later it calmed down, everyone was back doing their thing. I was leaning on a pillar doing nothing when all of a sudden HE came from behind me to say hello. Surprise, surprise.
We started talking and we laughed at each others jokes, but someone noticed and didn't like it. The blonde walked over and was starting to hog the conversation now. I was used to her walking over me so I kept quiet, but HE didn't. I recall he said something like, “Verona (her name maybe?) would you mind looking over there and not bothering us?” She was furious and stormed off. That was fun while it lasted but during the rehearsal she bullied me again when he wasn't looking.
After a hard day's work, I decided to explore the outside of the auditorium. I discovered a little garden spot and a large pond in its corner. I look into the pond and saw clearly weird looking fish. Now in Dreams, I'm still wary of fish and undersea life in Dreams as something bad always happens afterwards but there was one fish whom I made quick friends with. From outside the pond I could see he had a long body, a distinctive tail-fin, a yellow-brown complexion with dark spots all over. It spoke to me. He asked what I was doing on this side of the grounds. I told him I was exploring if he didn't mind. He was a very nice fish. His voice sounded like a much older man; like a wise old teacher you could have as your bestest best friend. That was how he looked like to me. We talked for a long while in the Dream even though I don't remember the contents, but it was later we found we cared for each other's friendship. Then, he, the fish, got out of the water. He was sort of floating in mid air above the pond, dancing around. He then looked at me and said, “...I am a magical fish and I can grant you three wishes.” I was already surprised the fish could talk, but three wishes? My persona thought hard what to answer.
In the end I just shook my head, “I don't need three wishes! I'm perfectly content with my life as it is,” I said rather happily, and truthfully. “But thank you very much. I just want you to continue being my friend, that's all.” The fish looked like as if he smiled. His figure then began to change into that of a shark. Not just any shark, but a prehistorical shark; the ones that I loved. I remembered saying, “No wonder I was so interested in you! You're my favorite type of shark.” He was still my friend and let me stroke his sandpaper skin, still floating in the air. But then! Two sharks came out from nowhere and they too swam in the air. One crashed into me with his mouth wide open, bearing his lines of jagged teeth. Before he could close them shut on my arm, my shark friend rammed into his side and fought him off. But while he was occupied with the first one, I had to fight the second one off myself. He was gnashing at my knees and I tried my hardest to kick and shove his head away. The two attacking sharks looked like dwarf versions of hammer heads, as their heads were not that huge or wide.
My shark friend got to fight the two off but my knees and hands were bitten through and bleeding. I saw my flesh peeled open and I could see the blood and tissue but to my luck, the prince actor found me in the garden in time and brought me back to be patched up. I was being bandaged nicely and taken care of, thanks to my prince. He was very caring and thoughtful to me and it was then our feelings mixed. I didn't see my shark friend though. He must've disappeared when my prince came. The next day, I was feeling mighty fine again, though the wounds were still patched up, the show must go on. Upon arriving at the auditorium, I saw the prince from behind and when I was sure no one was looking, I crept up and hugged him from behind and whispered, “Thank you for everything.”
Sadly I woke up before thanking my shark friend :c
This is just a sketch I made of my persona and my shark friend. Its not the official pic but I've been wanting to draw them out so bad x)
So this was a prison break Dream, UIA style. UIA is an acronym for my university that I'm currently schooling in so this should be fun. I also see an old friend of mine and one uni friend in this Dream so here's how it goes.
UIA becomes a concentration camp for students or plainly teenagers and its being run by slave-driving adults. I don't remember much about the prison but I remember I was one of the teens in charge for escaping the camp. It wasn't too hard. Just a distraction here, an explosive there and the main gate had a huge hole and we ran for our lives towards the nearby jungle, where they couldn't find us.
The first break, we only managed to free a small group of us and we rested in the jungle. We made this one special spot in the jungle our hiding base... Which I don't know how but there was a swimming pool. I guess we built it... Somehow or rather. This is where I see my friend, Keira, my uni senior and friend and she was having fun in the pool.
She was texting with her phone in the pool and I was worried whether her phone was water-proof. I was going round the pool, inspecting the place, making sure there were no snakes in the drains, making sure everyone was happy. Girls were on one side of the pool, boys on the other. I didn't get into the pool though, sadly. I had another mission.
This is where I meet up with an old friend of mine, Shaza. I can still remember her, she was wearing black slacks, plain shirt and she had her long, dark hair back. She waved at me at our headquarters. Our mission was to go back into UIA and free more teens. I was up for it. “Let's roll!”
The running for our lives part was always thrilling.
I never often dream of my grandparents but this time I dreamt of my late grandpa, from my mother's side. He's Chinese and lived in Kuching, Sarawak and that must've been where the dream took place. I remember being in the air, hovering over a shore and the ocean. Part of the waters were separated for the beach and grandpa told me why. In fact, he was the one instructing me how to hang-glide in the first place before I knew I was doing it.
He told me to make one round over the beach and to be safe, land in the shallow waters. I had to be careful not to land on the other side though because there were sharks! Damn, shark Dream again? Nope! Not today! It was awesome hang-gliding but it didn't feel like I was using the mechanisms like in real life. Actually, I think all I was doing was holding on to a large piece of cloth and riding it in the wind. It was more parachuting the gliding.
I landed safely in the shallow waters. I saw my mom, my cousin and grandpa walking up to me congratulating my first flight. My grandpa turned to my mom and exclaimed, “This family has a lot of brave women!” was what I remembered. Funny enough in the Dream, grandpa looked so young, with dark hair and all. He didn't even need to wear glasses.
The strange thing about this Dream is my uncle, who often has Dreams about grandpa, said he had a recent Dream just before mine where grandpa came to him, asking him for my address. He said that he and some friends were going to take care of me. Now that's creepy.. but I still miss my dear ol' grandpa :) Sorry for not updating. I haven't been remembering my Dreams lately and been kind of busy. Hope you guys had a wonderful New Year, Chinese New Year and Valentines Day!
