I did not mean to fall in love, or find you in the snow; But circumstance, like northern stars, pointed me where to go; With each winding road, through thick & thin, I find when I come through; Each fated route I ever made kept leading me to you.
There was more to this Dream than this particular scene but unfortunately I couldn't recall the rest. You'll just have to read about the two adorable kiddy-killers. There were two sisters. The older one was lean and tall while the younger was short, a little round but petite. They were both dressed in frilly, lacey, glittery plush-pink tutu outfits together with ballet shoes. Their eyes were a light pink, their hair was platinum blonde, almost white. The older one's was tied in a single pony-tail while the younger one had hers in big, fat curls. Their overuse of pink and lace glared in my eyes even in the Dreamworld.
I was in the carpark of my condominium, just coming back from grocery shopping as I was carrying bags with me. All of a sudden these two girls jumped from nowhere and started to hit me. Intergrating their ballet skills with multiple martial arts techniques, they looked like kids-gone-villain on Halloween night. In return, I acquired the same martial arts skills to counter their attacks, without the tutus. I remember kicking them back and it was difficult to handle two opponents at the same time. Luckily I was able to knock the younger one unconscious and she fell to the ground.
The older sister, still caring for her sibling, stopped fighting immediately to cater to the younger one. I came closer to the two and helped picking up their things. They were carrying small backpacks with them when they attacked me and dropped them, their things sprawled all over. As I finished picking up their belongings and handed them back, the older ballerina looked at me with shock first, then caution. She asked me why I was being nice when we were enemies. I frankly replied, “Just because we fight doesn't mean we can't be civil bout it.” After telling her to come back when they felt better, I packed up my groceries and went home.
How civil of me :B I don't know why I was fighting young ballerina girls and why they were wearing so much pink, or how I could buy groceries without having a car.... Because of their different physique, I decided to name the older sister Lollipop and the younger Bubblegum xDDD
This Dream was a little... troubling because it had something to do with funerals. I take no part in the Dream however and observe like watching a movie on widescreen. The Dream shows me three different lives. The first is about an old man, married with a large family. Jolly character, tame and kind. The second was a woman from a background of luxury, and so is her family, but relatives seemed disjointed about her for some reason. And thirdly, a family of three; a father, mother and their little daughter. The father has a temperament and beats his daughter while the mother is too soft-spoken to get in between. He does it without remorse or guilt, thinking that his way is the only way.
Though all three different lives passed before me like a montage in a movie, I began to understand their different shades of living. Their points of views, their life stories. I also started seeing a pattern. It started from the old man, how he had lived a good life with a charming wife to age with him. His beloved children and grandchildren and the times he had spent with him. It came to a point when that warm color turned a shade of dark grey – the old man had died. The wake and funeral procession happened in seconds but I remembered something interesting about the funeral, that does not happen in real life. But I sort of wish it did...
The priest says his prayers and then recites a ritual over the casket. After that the old man's soul appeared!! His body a misty, blue, translucent form, he was aware he was dead and so did his family and those present. Because in this world, the souls get this one chance to say goodbye to their loved ones, confess their lies and hidden truths. Like the supernatural had become the natural! This ritual was something the soul could not avoid and unless he spoke of every truth, only then can his soul pass on to the next life. From the smile, the old man lived a good life and his family were happy to see him go in peace. To really go in peace.
On the other hand, the woman who lived the life of extravagance, of heavy perfumes and expensive champagne, had many secrets. Scandals those of which her family disagreed totally of, but they could not expose her for anything until her deathbed. So after the woman had died from a car accident, at her wake the relatives were irritated that they had to wait till her eulogy to find out the truths once and for all of many of her dastardly deeds. A little cold, but that's one way of looking at it.
Just before I woke up, it showed a flash of the abusive father and his daughter. I can't remember their expressions very well but something told me that either one of them would die next. What their eulogies would be, I could not say. The Dream ended just there.
Waking up, I started to imagine what the father or daughter would say had the Dream continued. Would the father have finally apologized and explained his reasons for his violent ways? Or would he continue being a jackass and say that it was “for her own good”? And the eight year old daughter? Would she have died wanting to forgive the father, waiting for the day he could change? Or pass on to the next world bitter and hating him? Possibilities – endless.
