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Sunday, September 12, 2010
I realised that my dreams have creepy and violent tendencies.
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Me and Kate grew up together. Best of childhood friends, we evolved from friends to lovers during our preteen years. How, I'm not sure. Love's funny that way, right? Whatever it is, we loved each other, and we swore the world to each other.
Then she disappeared.
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The dream begins years later, when I had become a young adult, definitely older than what I was now, I guess. But that remains to be the seen. Somehow, Kate had returned, and I don't know how we knew. But whatever it is, I was going to meet her that night, in my parent's bedroom. I guess we wanted to celebrate her return more privately, just the two of us, without any parents or friends fawning over her.
It took forever of pretending to be asleep, what with my parents walking in and all (their bedroom after all) and finally my parents stopped checking on me and left the door sht. I was alone.
I glanced up at the mirror above the bed, and sure enough Kate (Was that her name anymore? It sounds weird.) was there, peeking out from behind the reflection of the bedpost.
I smiled and turned away (I wasnt supposed to see how it worked) and with a woosh and a thump she was beside me. Snuggled and talked abit about life and stuff.
Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked slowly open, loud enough to be audible, soft enough to be creepy.
My mum was there. Torn dress, messed hair, standing expressionless while the bathroom light flickered behind her.
We stared at each other for a couple seconds and then the door swung back shut.
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We went back to talking.
The door swung open again. Now my mum's hair was grey and frazzle, and she kept the same expressionless face.
The door swung back shut.
We went back to talking.
The door swung open again.
"SHEESH MUM!"
"Sorry!" She said, walking out of the toilet and beside the bed to pour herself a drink of water. She had a mud mask on now and looked hilarous out of the flickering bathroom light. "Just didn't know that your friend was here."
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The scene changes into a map view that zooms into off the coast of some unpronunceable area. A swamp. Me and the girl was having a holiday or something there, wading through the swamp and looking at the vegetation with a guide bringing us around.
Something brushed her leg and she screamed, and immediately the guide brought us up above water for a while. He explained that there were lots of Ebi fish in the water and that they were transcluent eel-like creatures. (They're not, but bleah it's a dream!)
I plucked out a small splinter from the sole of my foot and went back into the water to finish looking at the sights.
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Back in my bedroom after the day, I was turning into to sleep. I remembered the splinter wound and the dirty swamp water. Bettter disinfect, I thought. I looked at my foot, and omg.
The wound had increased to a larger than a 50-cent gaping hole in my left foot, something you could put two fingers into.
And you really could put two fingers in. The foot was semihollowed out on the inside, red raw flesh half an inch inside the foot and some mass of stringy purple shit right at the visible corner in the flesh inside. (So you can like put your finger in till the first knuckle before it touches the flesh.
Gross. I wanted to like put a plaster over it, but realised the hole was too big.
Then I looked at my other foot. Turns out that there was probably a cut there in the balley between the large toe and it's neighbour. There were the same stingy bits of dead purple flesh hanging out of it.
Wondering if I could pull out the infected part, I looked closer.
They were fucking moving.
Worms! I licked out and a few dislodged, with a splat onto my bedroom floor. Squinted abit at them, sure enough, they were moving ever so slightly.
Then I thought about my hollowed out left foot with the mass of carnivorous worms nestled deep within.
Spent the next 30 minutes of the dream in the toilet spraying water into my foot trying to dislodge them. Hurt like hell.
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Next Dream!
Flooded pond in a park. Fun times! No worms. There was some sort of water-part going on, and everyone was having fun. I still didn't dare to try backflips.
I was helping move stuff over to dry land, there were boards, chairs, etc. Everyone was swimming or boating.
Then some missile exploded above the park and the heat dried up the water. ):
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11:19 AM
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I'm having weirder dreams now. Sheesh.
The scene draws in in third person to a lone man in a immucalate grey suit walking down a hotel hallway, cane in hand. Think Dorrian Gray from Leauge of Extraodinary Gentlemen in the Inception Hotel.
He stopped, turned at one of the doors, and opened it.
Empty.
Shrugging, he continued to the next door, opened it.
There was something haha but ican't remember. Related to a picture. That's why I thought Dorrian Grey.
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The third door was opened to a room, smaller than expected, coverend in antique tapersty themed-wallpaper, with strong incense and of course a old woman sitting at a round table with a deck of tarot cards fanned out.
"It's too late," She smiled, taking a sip of steaming coffee from a cup. To Grey's horror, the cup was CHIPPED!
Somehow that meant alot. So Grey rushed to the window, flung it open, and looked down. There were people milling below in grey uniforms and holding primitive automatic weapons. It seemed like something was going to happen, and soon.
Grey jumped.
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Standing in the streets of some Cuban town I couldn't quite pronunce, the LEGENDARY SWORD or something like that slung on my back, I watched as a crowd of soldiers carrying these weapons hurried towards (some away) from a large pagoda like structure. Didn't seem good.
Then BOOM!
The pagoda thingy exploded in a rush of flame and from inside crawled out a large DRAGON!
Proceeds to flashback to the times where my old mentor was a blue dragon and was killed by this large red green dragon against a tree on a grassy hill when I was young.
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Then I took the sword and killed the dragon.
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I was standing opposite Chenwei. He was dressed in white.
"Let's not fight," I said. "I mean, all the good guys will win at close combat but the bad guy wins at weapons. This isn't fair. We don't have weapons!"
"Let's go!" He challenged.
HAHAHAHA THEN GET THIS! HE HOPPED ON THE FREAKING SPOT TWICE IN A CIRLCE.
Then we traded a few blows and I started laughing my ass off.
"Why the hell did you do that!"
"Do what!"
"The Poink Poink thing!"
Then i woke up.
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Hooray for PW (:
3:23 PM
Monday, September 6, 2010
Shopping with some girl, not sure if I knew her before. But somehow, in the dream, she i guess seemed like that perfect girl that all guys look for. Cute, fun, able to relax and talk, able to mess around and understand sick jokes, the type that just feels right when she's in your arms. We were shopping in some large shoppnig centre singing Jay Chou songs and hiding behind clothes racks. And PDAing alot. lol.
Walked out hand in hand after that, on hindsight it looked like the place outside Toa Payoh NTUC. It was late already, at least 8pm, and it was pretty quiet. But I had to tell her that I wasn't ready to commit.
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Aiya actually the dream became quite detailed. But it suddenly feels very personal. So cut forward.
"Beware of men who are implusively spontaneous and romantic."
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Scene subtly changed, was still night, was still orange lights and grass, but we ended up sitting at a stone table+bench. Studying i think. Like those along parks. The girl became zanthe. ._.
Some annoying malay/indian dude came along, asked Zanthe for something in her bio notes. I was quite pissed with that guy. We started messing with each other, suanning his face off. In the end I told him to go to hell. ._.
He started talking about slippers and commenting on the fashion styles of slippers.
I KNOW LA IT'S A DAMN WEIRD DREAM.
Then after we dao him for a bit he continued talking to another dude who was leaning beside a billboard thing (the bus stop advertisment thing) near the benches.
I asked zanthe "he's gay right?"
"Yes. Heh."
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Third dream was damn bloody offensive.
It's quite sexual, so not typing much here. It's just quite disturbing la.
A bboy gathering along some huge superhighway. Maybe doing some type of tv show. Someone came along and.. did... stuff to the bboys. Like bloody disturbing stuff. Bboy physicx. D:
Ended up somehow I was involved, and I beat the shit out of the guy who did it back in his house.
Weird violent tendencies.
6:28 PM
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