Hey people, I'll be importing my blog posting of my dreams here and deleting the other account (tissuedreams) for convenience sake.
So if you want to read the older dreams that I've previously posted, do check out ASLEEP at the "labels" section on the right or scroll down to whichever you haven't read la.
AWAKE is for normal posts. Yea, my dreams might sound a bit abnormal. LOL.
Ya, just to let you know, I have tons of crazy dreams. And the best part is I remember them. I will slowly post them here...and I am slowly compiling them into a book for keepsake.
:)
Showing posts with label Asleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Asleep. Show all posts
Monday, March 8, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Bird Brain
I was in my living room looking out at the balcony when I saw thousands and thousands of birds in the sky. The white birds were holding one end of lots of strings while the black community of birds was holding the other ends. Both sides were working together to tie a single black bird (this bird must be of great importance) in the middle. I thought to myself: “Man, these birds are smart! What are they doing and how do they know how to capture another bird with that technique? It’s like they are civilized.”
So I took a picture with my phone secretly. However, at the corner of their eyes they saw me. I pretended not to look at placed my phone on the floor so it would not be visible. I was afraid of them as I didn’t know if they were good or bad. All I knew was that they can be dangerous so I shouldn’t mess with them.
Suddenly I received a few MMS on my hand phone. I peered over and saw pictures of the birds eating up the bird in the middle. Gross! I was shocked and I knew that the birds sent the pictures to me for a reason. Some birds came into my house I was began to get weary and scared. They communicated to me thought telepathy and they were interrogating me. And they told me that birds have hand phones too. It is their custom that 3 birds will share one hand phone. They usually hold the phones by their beaks in unison, carefully balancing the phone in the middle.
These birds were actually quite intelligent. Over the centuries, they have formed they own civilization and they even have their own ruling system; a hierarchy of some sort. And the bird that they captured earlier was the evil bird king.
After that incident, strange things began to happen in the land right outside my balcony, I heard loud screeches from the birds and when I walked to my balcony to see what was going on: I could see wild animals everywhere! On the left, a coconut tree had four Sarawak Birds on it. Nearby, a big black wolf with a broken leg limped past. I could see cute baby wolves trying to catch up with the big black wolf that was far ahead of them. To the North, in a distance, a black jaguar strolled past the land. A white polar bear with its young occupied the space on the right, after the gate that leads into a fruit plantation.
P.s Pictures will come later. I can't find my camera!
So I took a picture with my phone secretly. However, at the corner of their eyes they saw me. I pretended not to look at placed my phone on the floor so it would not be visible. I was afraid of them as I didn’t know if they were good or bad. All I knew was that they can be dangerous so I shouldn’t mess with them.
Suddenly I received a few MMS on my hand phone. I peered over and saw pictures of the birds eating up the bird in the middle. Gross! I was shocked and I knew that the birds sent the pictures to me for a reason. Some birds came into my house I was began to get weary and scared. They communicated to me thought telepathy and they were interrogating me. And they told me that birds have hand phones too. It is their custom that 3 birds will share one hand phone. They usually hold the phones by their beaks in unison, carefully balancing the phone in the middle.
These birds were actually quite intelligent. Over the centuries, they have formed they own civilization and they even have their own ruling system; a hierarchy of some sort. And the bird that they captured earlier was the evil bird king.
After that incident, strange things began to happen in the land right outside my balcony, I heard loud screeches from the birds and when I walked to my balcony to see what was going on: I could see wild animals everywhere! On the left, a coconut tree had four Sarawak Birds on it. Nearby, a big black wolf with a broken leg limped past. I could see cute baby wolves trying to catch up with the big black wolf that was far ahead of them. To the North, in a distance, a black jaguar strolled past the land. A white polar bear with its young occupied the space on the right, after the gate that leads into a fruit plantation.
P.s Pictures will come later. I can't find my camera!
Monday, May 25, 2009
Grace's Hair
Yes! I dreamt that Grace's hair looked like this! Her hair was blue in colour, all braided up on top. What more, the braids had long yellow balloons entangled in them. So, the balloons stuck out from her hair like a mohawk. Haha. :P
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Mismatch
Monica, Jason, Jeremy, the pillar, Me, Si Qin, Guy1, Guy2, and Guy3 ( in this order on the round table) were all sitting at the table. It was a Malay wedding held in a restaurant. The hall was big but there were only 6 tables. Our table was at the end. The last one.
>Pic 1: How the dinner looked like and the position of our sitting.
And guess what? Jason was the Emcee AGAIN! HaHa. But this time, he wasn’t wearing formal attire. He was in his jeans and his dark blue long sleeve shirt. Show time! He walked up all the way to the stage which was pretty far; taking out his wallet and throwing it to his mom on the way for safekeeping; and after a few minutes he came back. Smilingly, he looked at us and told us the news.
“I went all the way up there to tell the audience about the groom but all that came out from my mouth was ‘ribbit’, ‘ribbit’!”
Funny.
Then an air stewardess walked past to exit the door. She apparently had just played the violin on stage and was about to leave the dinner. We all looked at her as she walked out of the door. She was pretty.
Anyway we were all sitting down and it was funny how Jeremy was sitting in between Jason and I. Tsk Tsk. After Jeremy was a pillar, then it was me. Siqin sat on my right and I was having a discussion with her on what shoe the Guy2 was wearing. Siqin was in a high school uniform, a Baju Kurung to be exact. Hmmmm. And she asked me to look under the table cloth and describe to her what shoes Guy2 was wearing.
“Erm, Black with lines on it? The lines are more like the texture of the shoes,” I said.
“Oouu! Interesting! I think he is some kind of musician then!” Siqin said.
> Pic2: How the guy's shoe looked like.
I also conversed with Monica from across the table. We were talking about birthdays and stuff.
“You can get me pancakes for my birthday,” Monica said.
Then a young girl, probably around 6 or 7 years old, appeared out of nowhere. She was sitting on the table, holding a pen and trying to grab the menu to draw on. Jason then pulled out some exam papers from his file and gave it to the girl. She happily took it and started drawing. I turned to Siqin to make a joke.
“ You know, if you give the girl the test papers and ask her to draw, she won’t; but if you give the girl the test papers and ask her not to draw, she will! HaHa!” I said.
Siqin and Guy1 next to her laughed as if it was the funniest joke in the world! (Come to think of it, there’s really nothing funny about the joke. But it was funny in my dream!)
Change of scene.
My neighbors, orang putihs, from across my house barged in while I was sleeping. Asleep in the living room; on the floor; I woke up to find them staring at me in disgust as if sleeping on the floor was the worse thing to do. I was pretty mad when I saw their faces but I pretended to sleep. At the corner of my eyes I could see a whole bunch of orang putihs coming out from their house, one even in a bikini.
Hmmm.
Later that day, my brother was showing me something rather interesting. My mom’s old Nokia Phone has a new device on it. It comes with a handkerchief compartment. Press a button and a stick comes out at the upper left corner of the phone. Attached to the stick is a miniature hanky wrapped around the stick.
>Pic3: The handkerchief device on the nokia phone.
Funny.
Change of scene.
Jason and I were driving home to Jason’s house with a dog in the car. Apparently this dog belonged to Jason and we just saved him. His name was “Pole”. When we reached the front gate, I went out of the car to open the gate for Jason’s car to go into the porch. 2 dogs approached me. They were Jason’s too. AND, they could speak CANTONESE! Yea, they were sniffing at me and asking each other: “ yi ko hai Ruth lei gem eh? ( is this Ruth?)”
Then the other dog said: “ Hai ah. Ruth lei ge, Ruth lei ge. (Yes, it is Ruth. It is Ruth.)”
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The Pangs
THE PANGS...Now in this Blog near you!
It was a bumpy ride. I opened my eyes only to find myself behind a truck that was speeding dangerously. I could see the shadows of two ladies kneeling on the floor opposite me, shivering and frigthen. As I peered through the wooden planks that stood between the running skylights and us, I could see that it was raining outside. It was almost pitch dark expect for the lights that glimmered in a distance and reflected itself on the sea. The silloutte of the ladies caught my eyes. They were pregnant! I peered down at my own body...I was pregnant too!
I could see a figure running beside our moving truck. It was MY DARLING! Lengkap in his superhero costume...i had the impression he was Zorro. Hehehe. And so, 1 by 1, he began pulling out the pregnant woman while trying hard not to fall into the sea beside him. 1 down, 2 to go. 2 down, me to go!
But but but...he was running out of time! If he didn't get me out in time he would crash into the bridge. He reached out for me...just a little bit more...almost...splash...he fell into sea, and I, was left trying to see if he was alright.
I blacked out.
When I opened my eyes, the truck had already stopped. 2men shoved me out of the truck and I tumbled to the ground. As I struggled to get myself very pregnant self up again, I noticed that I was dumped in front of "Freescale". However, Freescale looked more like a hotel than an office. The "freescale" words were made out of silver metal, shining in its majesty, and it was placed on a stone wall right outside the steps leading up to its grand entrance.
I had to get inside, I told myself. I somehow knew I would find Jason inside. Just then, the baby kicked. Cramp. Pain. Oh no! I think the baby's coming! I waddled in, hunched, scouting for Jason.
I found him. He was reading books in the library. Calling out to him, I hurried over, nearer to him. He was, however, distracted with the book he was reading, so he inched closer to me, STILL, reading the book.
Push.Breathe. Push. Breathe. Jason was helping me deliver baby no 1 with one hand, STILL, reading his book with the other hand. Before we knew it, baby no2 was coming out. TWINS! He was STILL reading his book. Multitasking! Haha.
Woke up.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
The Dress and The Piano
I was with a friend, walking through a "shopping mall". I opened the door to the carpark. I saw a drop of blood on the floor.
Gulp.
Beginning to feel scared, I looked around anxiously. Then I saw him! A man, coming out from a car that had a bloody hand sticking out from the car door. The man looked at us and slowly slid away.
I waved my hands helplessly in the air, trying to think what to do.
Call the police. Get the police. Run to the police. I thought to myself.
My friend was faster than me. He hurried the police to the scene. All I could do was point them to that direction. I was freaked! The police saw the suspect but they didn't chase him.
Instead, the police turned to us and said:" Can you idetify him?"
I nodded. The police then turned thier attention to the victim.
The incident haunted my mind. Everywhere I turned; every dark corner or alley I had to pass; gave me the shivers. I was afraid that man would return to kill me. I was the only who could identify him. Of course he would want to get rid of all witnesses right.
I was hallucinating how that man would suddenly appear out of no where. It was eerie. And the whole dream was in complete silence. ( You know how they do that in movies, complete silence, especially when the bad guy is going to pop out).
Nonetheless, I had to get ready to meet Jason.
In a distance, I could hear him playing the grand piano. It was lovely. I have never heard Jason play like that before. Some jazz classical fusion. Strange but true, he, in a suit and all, was performing on a stage. Siap with a mini circular "stadium-like" atmosphere, with chinese "ah lian" aunties sitting on the red cushioned seats that circulated the stage; each row a bit higher than the previous.
I was ready. I walked down to the stage through the red carpet opening that seperate the seats. Jason was still hammering his classical melodies on the piano. All around me, I could hear the aunties, who by now had shifted their attention to the lady walking down. They began whispering in cantonese:" Wah, hou leng oh"; " bing kao lei ge?"; " sam hou leng.".
I looked at myself.
I was wearing a flowery cheongsam-like dress. The dress sweeped the floor as I walked, so I had to lift it abit. It was a magnificent dress. Shades of beautiful colours with beautiful flowers on it. Wow, how does my brain come up with these kind of things in my dream. Even my hair was all done up with ornaments on it; my face glowing with make up.
I met Jason on stage. I bet all the aunties were anticipating what's going to happen next. However, the manager of the shopping mall, which now looked like a hotel, called for the attention of the ladies, saying that they would have to buy their tickets if they were to participate in the "sale". All the ladies shot out from their seats and quickly hurried themselves to the manager, hoping to reach their first. I suppose kiasu-ness for the sale comes first, KPC-ness comes second; cause all of them forgot we were there.
So we slipped away quietly, off the stage. While walking to the car, I must have related the incident to him, as he was comforting me and I was clinching to him everytime we took a turn or passed by a dark area.
We got into the car safely. I had no idea where we were going but it must be important, for us to be wearing something so formal.
We took off. Driving on, he began telling me some story that I was not really listening to because I was waiting for him to say: you look beautiful today.
He didn't. Hmmm. Somebody knock his head please. (Evon, you can do the honour. Haha. :p) Instead, he was urging me to respond to his story, giving me cues to respond.
He rambled :" So i was blah blah blah...ok say 'Ahhhh'...here."
"Ahhh", I said as I looked at him.
"Then, blah blah blah...ok you need to say "wow"...here."
"Wow", I repeated.
And so on and so forth.
I noticed a car tailgating us from behind. They look like mischevious young guys who were making themselves deaf in the car. They over took us. I didn't bother looking at them.
Then, the dream became a blur.
But I remember dreaming about other things which I'm still trying to firgure out if they are connected.
A murderer who turns in a Komodo dragon.
I called it stupid so it wanted to kill me.
I knew it was a murderer.
I killed it instead.
I pushed it down a drain hole that had boiling hot acid (Did this come from Pastor Philip's Bukit Jalil incident?).
It burned to smitterins.
The police were after me for killing someone.
I had to convince somone that that Komodo dragon is a human.
And that THAT human was a murderer.
But how?
Oh. The agony of not knowing.
Gulp.
Beginning to feel scared, I looked around anxiously. Then I saw him! A man, coming out from a car that had a bloody hand sticking out from the car door. The man looked at us and slowly slid away.
I waved my hands helplessly in the air, trying to think what to do.
Call the police. Get the police. Run to the police. I thought to myself.
My friend was faster than me. He hurried the police to the scene. All I could do was point them to that direction. I was freaked! The police saw the suspect but they didn't chase him.
Instead, the police turned to us and said:" Can you idetify him?"
I nodded. The police then turned thier attention to the victim.
The incident haunted my mind. Everywhere I turned; every dark corner or alley I had to pass; gave me the shivers. I was afraid that man would return to kill me. I was the only who could identify him. Of course he would want to get rid of all witnesses right.
I was hallucinating how that man would suddenly appear out of no where. It was eerie. And the whole dream was in complete silence. ( You know how they do that in movies, complete silence, especially when the bad guy is going to pop out).
Nonetheless, I had to get ready to meet Jason.
In a distance, I could hear him playing the grand piano. It was lovely. I have never heard Jason play like that before. Some jazz classical fusion. Strange but true, he, in a suit and all, was performing on a stage. Siap with a mini circular "stadium-like" atmosphere, with chinese "ah lian" aunties sitting on the red cushioned seats that circulated the stage; each row a bit higher than the previous.
I was ready. I walked down to the stage through the red carpet opening that seperate the seats. Jason was still hammering his classical melodies on the piano. All around me, I could hear the aunties, who by now had shifted their attention to the lady walking down. They began whispering in cantonese:" Wah, hou leng oh"; " bing kao lei ge?"; " sam hou leng.".
I looked at myself.
I was wearing a flowery cheongsam-like dress. The dress sweeped the floor as I walked, so I had to lift it abit. It was a magnificent dress. Shades of beautiful colours with beautiful flowers on it. Wow, how does my brain come up with these kind of things in my dream. Even my hair was all done up with ornaments on it; my face glowing with make up.
I met Jason on stage. I bet all the aunties were anticipating what's going to happen next. However, the manager of the shopping mall, which now looked like a hotel, called for the attention of the ladies, saying that they would have to buy their tickets if they were to participate in the "sale". All the ladies shot out from their seats and quickly hurried themselves to the manager, hoping to reach their first. I suppose kiasu-ness for the sale comes first, KPC-ness comes second; cause all of them forgot we were there.
So we slipped away quietly, off the stage. While walking to the car, I must have related the incident to him, as he was comforting me and I was clinching to him everytime we took a turn or passed by a dark area.
We got into the car safely. I had no idea where we were going but it must be important, for us to be wearing something so formal.
We took off. Driving on, he began telling me some story that I was not really listening to because I was waiting for him to say: you look beautiful today.
He didn't. Hmmm. Somebody knock his head please. (Evon, you can do the honour. Haha. :p) Instead, he was urging me to respond to his story, giving me cues to respond.
He rambled :" So i was blah blah blah...ok say 'Ahhhh'...here."
"Ahhh", I said as I looked at him.
"Then, blah blah blah...ok you need to say "wow"...here."
"Wow", I repeated.
And so on and so forth.
I noticed a car tailgating us from behind. They look like mischevious young guys who were making themselves deaf in the car. They over took us. I didn't bother looking at them.
Then, the dream became a blur.
But I remember dreaming about other things which I'm still trying to firgure out if they are connected.
A murderer who turns in a Komodo dragon.
I called it stupid so it wanted to kill me.
I knew it was a murderer.
I killed it instead.
I pushed it down a drain hole that had boiling hot acid (Did this come from Pastor Philip's Bukit Jalil incident?).
It burned to smitterins.
The police were after me for killing someone.
I had to convince somone that that Komodo dragon is a human.
And that THAT human was a murderer.
But how?
Oh. The agony of not knowing.
Friday, March 27, 2009
The Pangs
3 or more Pregnant women....
The Bad Guys...
A Hero...
A high speed chase...
The action...
The Freescale makeover...
Jason reading while his wife gives birth...
...to TWINS...
STAY TUNE for all the action!
COMING SOON to this blog near you.
The Bad Guys...
A Hero...
A high speed chase...
The action...
The Freescale makeover...
Jason reading while his wife gives birth...
...to TWINS...
STAY TUNE for all the action!
COMING SOON to this blog near you.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Perfect World
I was looking through my Book of Dreams and deciding which one i should blog about first. There's just too many! So, i decided on this one:
I went to a boarding school. This school was no ordinary school- it was suppose to be THE perfect school with THE perfect students. Unfortunately, i was not perfect enough for the school and i wasn't doing something right. I didn't fit into the picture perfect school at all! So, the other imperfect misfits and I were sent to a secret reform school underground ( or another world). We had to be retrained before returning to the real boarding school.
Now, this underground school was an exact replica of the real boarding school in the upperworld. The mission of the school to provide a training ground for the misfits by recreating the exact situation, people (clones?) and places. Here, the misfits would be moulded into the perfect student and when they have achieved an acceptable level of perfectness, these misfits would be sent back up to the real boarding school to live the perfect student life.
So there i was, confused and lost as I had no idea where i was taken to or what was happening to me. I walked into a classroom- the same one i was in just a couple of seconds ago. Everyone had a pet in class. A guy with some strange water creature got my attention as i walked in. OH MAN! And you know who was my classmate? MY MOM! *fainted*
Ok, so I'm in class and I'm suppose to be learning how to be perfect. But I had no idea what was going on so i just went on living as normal (gosh! If I don't realize soon...I'll be stuck here forever!)
I walked around the school and it took me a pretty long time to realize that the school looked like a hotel. 1st class hotel= 1st class school! Anything, any service- you want it, the school has it. Walking by some rooms, I saw students talking to themselves, then *poof* the food appeared in a very canggih looking shelf on the wall. What more, they didn't have to pay. Apparently the whole school has a voice regconition activation system that automatically records whatever you do and automatically deducts credit from the your account. Imagine, all you have to do is just talk to the air and *POOF*!
Everyone was so perfect! But as i dazed around the school in amazement, something happened! In the midst of the little perfect world, a rebellion regime arose. I had the impression that it was my mom's fault but i had no idea why.
It was as if I suddenly had some premonition and suddenly realized the upcoming danger and knew that I had to save the world AGAIN. I ran all over the main office, looking for the headmistress, but I couldn't find her.
Meanwhile, WAR broke out right outside the walls of the office. It was giants against students! Don't ask me why tiba-tiba giants appeared in my dream. I have no idea! Haha.
However, the staff and the teachers, in fact, EVERYONE in the office seemed oblivious to what was happening outside! I started to panic and desperately ran around. I turned a corner and, FINALLY, I found the headmistress. She selamba-ly asked me what the problem was. I was in utter disbelieve of her ignorance when I told her that she needed to do something quick! (Students were dying! It was horrible!) There was a slight concern in her eyes but she did nothing more than a hair to help.
It began to rain. ( Like all berdrama movies do)
SLOW MOTION:
My head turned to the glass window beside me. My brother was going to be attcked by the giants. Students, including my brother, was standing together to create a wall, as if protecting something. Soaking wet, rain dripping from their faces, and sheer determination on their faces; they stood.
Again! A premonition! I knew it was no use! They will all be killed!
I leaped off of the glass wall in front of me as if it was not there. And it did feel like it was not there! All that was on my mind was to save my brother.
STILL SLOW MOTION:
The huge fist of the giant was heading straight for my brother. I lurged forward, my mouth letting out a silent scream.
WHHHHOOOOAAAAK!
SUPER SLOW MOTION:
I took the blow. The rain flung from my face.
I landed on the wet wet ground. My fall echoing through the rain.
SUDDENLY:
The fighting stopped.
Stares and silence was all there was.
Lying there, the rain pouring down on my body, but strangely, liquid from my body ( or rain?)was pouring upwards towards the sky.
"I'ts not the first time this is happening to her," I heard someone whispering to the stunned crowd. " Everytime she is dehydrated, her body will do that. It only happens to her."
(I was SPECIAL I suppose.)
THE RAIN CONTINUES TO PIERCE THE SILENCE:
"WHY?" Mr. Giant said, his Giant sister standing next to him.
I looked up weakly at Mr. Giant hovering above me.
" Because WE are ALL the same." (fuyoh, deep man.)
The moment of truth.
The giant shed a tear.
THE END.
SO POTONG STIM RIGHT?!
I went to a boarding school. This school was no ordinary school- it was suppose to be THE perfect school with THE perfect students. Unfortunately, i was not perfect enough for the school and i wasn't doing something right. I didn't fit into the picture perfect school at all! So, the other imperfect misfits and I were sent to a secret reform school underground ( or another world). We had to be retrained before returning to the real boarding school.
Now, this underground school was an exact replica of the real boarding school in the upperworld. The mission of the school to provide a training ground for the misfits by recreating the exact situation, people (clones?) and places. Here, the misfits would be moulded into the perfect student and when they have achieved an acceptable level of perfectness, these misfits would be sent back up to the real boarding school to live the perfect student life.
So there i was, confused and lost as I had no idea where i was taken to or what was happening to me. I walked into a classroom- the same one i was in just a couple of seconds ago. Everyone had a pet in class. A guy with some strange water creature got my attention as i walked in. OH MAN! And you know who was my classmate? MY MOM! *fainted*
Ok, so I'm in class and I'm suppose to be learning how to be perfect. But I had no idea what was going on so i just went on living as normal (gosh! If I don't realize soon...I'll be stuck here forever!)
I walked around the school and it took me a pretty long time to realize that the school looked like a hotel. 1st class hotel= 1st class school! Anything, any service- you want it, the school has it. Walking by some rooms, I saw students talking to themselves, then *poof* the food appeared in a very canggih looking shelf on the wall. What more, they didn't have to pay. Apparently the whole school has a voice regconition activation system that automatically records whatever you do and automatically deducts credit from the your account. Imagine, all you have to do is just talk to the air and *POOF*!
Everyone was so perfect! But as i dazed around the school in amazement, something happened! In the midst of the little perfect world, a rebellion regime arose. I had the impression that it was my mom's fault but i had no idea why.
It was as if I suddenly had some premonition and suddenly realized the upcoming danger and knew that I had to save the world AGAIN. I ran all over the main office, looking for the headmistress, but I couldn't find her.
Meanwhile, WAR broke out right outside the walls of the office. It was giants against students! Don't ask me why tiba-tiba giants appeared in my dream. I have no idea! Haha.
However, the staff and the teachers, in fact, EVERYONE in the office seemed oblivious to what was happening outside! I started to panic and desperately ran around. I turned a corner and, FINALLY, I found the headmistress. She selamba-ly asked me what the problem was. I was in utter disbelieve of her ignorance when I told her that she needed to do something quick! (Students were dying! It was horrible!) There was a slight concern in her eyes but she did nothing more than a hair to help.
It began to rain. ( Like all berdrama movies do)
SLOW MOTION:
My head turned to the glass window beside me. My brother was going to be attcked by the giants. Students, including my brother, was standing together to create a wall, as if protecting something. Soaking wet, rain dripping from their faces, and sheer determination on their faces; they stood.
Again! A premonition! I knew it was no use! They will all be killed!
I leaped off of the glass wall in front of me as if it was not there. And it did feel like it was not there! All that was on my mind was to save my brother.
STILL SLOW MOTION:
The huge fist of the giant was heading straight for my brother. I lurged forward, my mouth letting out a silent scream.
WHHHHOOOOAAAAK!
SUPER SLOW MOTION:
I took the blow. The rain flung from my face.
I landed on the wet wet ground. My fall echoing through the rain.
SUDDENLY:
The fighting stopped.
Stares and silence was all there was.
Lying there, the rain pouring down on my body, but strangely, liquid from my body ( or rain?)was pouring upwards towards the sky.
"I'ts not the first time this is happening to her," I heard someone whispering to the stunned crowd. " Everytime she is dehydrated, her body will do that. It only happens to her."
(I was SPECIAL I suppose.)
THE RAIN CONTINUES TO PIERCE THE SILENCE:
"WHY?" Mr. Giant said, his Giant sister standing next to him.
I looked up weakly at Mr. Giant hovering above me.
" Because WE are ALL the same." (fuyoh, deep man.)
The moment of truth.
The giant shed a tear.
THE END.
SO POTONG STIM RIGHT?!
Monday, June 2, 2008
Funny Dreams Come Second, Good Ones Later:Rock Band
Well, at least it was funny to me. :P
I was:
...walking around in a shopping mall with my friend Helen. Anyway, i had to bomb so I walked to the toilet. Took my time in the loo but before I could flush the toilet a big size lady barged in and decided to bomb too. I guess she couldn't tahan anymore. Unfortunately, the toilet bowl was full so the water splashed out on her, mind you I was still stuck in the same cubicle as her. She got mad at me and started shaking her butt at me, drying herself like a dog ( don't ask me why I dream this kind of dream...I have no control over my subconcious mind. :P). Oh but don't worry, she wasn't touching me, she was like far away and I couldn't see anything hamsup as although i was in the same cubicle as her I saw myself as a third-party, my point of view was from the top of the cubicle. Continuing my story, I got mad at her too for doing that and poured water on her or whacked her. Then i ran away.
I ran to my concert. Apparently, I was almost late for my concert. The atmosphere was dark, except for the spotlights on stage. Yup, I was in a rock band and we had been practising real hard for this concert for a long time. ( flashbacks of the band practicing at our head quaters). So the plan was that I, the lead singer, will come up on stage last and sing. My members were already going on stage one by one, and the last of them- the electrc guitar guy went up and was waiting for me to get up there and sing. I rushed up ( I just rushed back from the toilet remember.) with my mic and started singing a rubato version of Miley Cyrus' See You Again.
I had no idea why it was so slow, but it felt like a jazz version or slow-mo version of the song. Then, I forgot my lyrics! I didn't have stage fright but it seemed as tho my mind went blank. Temporarily lost the words. However, I was really at ease with singing on stage in front of so many people and it seemed that I knew exactly what to do in situations like these-*ting!* make the lyrics up. Brilliant!
And so, I sang ( remember rubato rubato):" I got my sights set on youuuuu and I'm ready to aimmmmmmm, I have a heart that will never be tameddddddd, I knew you were something spppppppppecial, when you spoke my naaaaaaaame, now THE NEXT LYRICS I DOOOOOOOOOOOON'TTTTTTTTTTTT KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW..."
I tell you, I did it so confidently, singing that lyrics like it wasn't wrong at all ( really typical me, I think I use to do that when i was young, slimply make up lyrics if I forget). All my band members, expecially the electric guitar guy was staring at me and trying very hard not to burst out laughing. I just smiled cheekily and continued singing.
It was really fun, and I enjoyed myself very much. I was singing, "syiok sendiri" and holding that last note to the chorus " DOOOOOOOOOOON'TTTTT KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW" long long. So long, I think it was almost 4 bars. I was waiting for the band members to masuk chorus, but actually they were waiting for me to finish that note before coming in. ( Aduh, one hand clap on the forehead) Then I realized that I wasn't suppose to hold so long cause my members were giving me the look, so I finished my note.
pause
BAM! " The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down. I st-studdered when you asked me what I'm thinking about..."
Suddenly, this man, slumberly walked on stage and strolled up and down the back part of the stage holding a paper that had a wanted picture of ME! Oh gosh, this guy is helping the lady in the toilet. I had to do something quick!
BAM! " Felt like I couldn't breathe... pst pst pst...Grace get up here... (giving Grace, my manager, the head jerk, the desperate eyes, and pointing her to the guy with my mouth...while SINGING! Can you believe this?! )...you asked my what's wrong with me...hurry, hurry...My best friend Lesley said, oh she's just being Miley..."
Grace got the message and rushed up on the stage with another manager to deal with the man. And they were dealing with him ON STAGE ( next to the electric guitar guy)! ( Aduh, one hand clap AGAIN!) It was settled and an agreement took place.
Hmmm, remind me to find out what the agreement is about when i finsih singing:" The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself, my heart can't rest till then. oh wooawooawooah, I can't wait to see you again."
Then I woke up.
Laughing.
Oh please, tell me what it means. Heh.
To hear and see the original version of the song : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hC8N9WywIqY&feature=related
I was:
...walking around in a shopping mall with my friend Helen. Anyway, i had to bomb so I walked to the toilet. Took my time in the loo but before I could flush the toilet a big size lady barged in and decided to bomb too. I guess she couldn't tahan anymore. Unfortunately, the toilet bowl was full so the water splashed out on her, mind you I was still stuck in the same cubicle as her. She got mad at me and started shaking her butt at me, drying herself like a dog ( don't ask me why I dream this kind of dream...I have no control over my subconcious mind. :P). Oh but don't worry, she wasn't touching me, she was like far away and I couldn't see anything hamsup as although i was in the same cubicle as her I saw myself as a third-party, my point of view was from the top of the cubicle. Continuing my story, I got mad at her too for doing that and poured water on her or whacked her. Then i ran away.
I ran to my concert. Apparently, I was almost late for my concert. The atmosphere was dark, except for the spotlights on stage. Yup, I was in a rock band and we had been practising real hard for this concert for a long time. ( flashbacks of the band practicing at our head quaters). So the plan was that I, the lead singer, will come up on stage last and sing. My members were already going on stage one by one, and the last of them- the electrc guitar guy went up and was waiting for me to get up there and sing. I rushed up ( I just rushed back from the toilet remember.) with my mic and started singing a rubato version of Miley Cyrus' See You Again.
I had no idea why it was so slow, but it felt like a jazz version or slow-mo version of the song. Then, I forgot my lyrics! I didn't have stage fright but it seemed as tho my mind went blank. Temporarily lost the words. However, I was really at ease with singing on stage in front of so many people and it seemed that I knew exactly what to do in situations like these-*ting!* make the lyrics up. Brilliant!
And so, I sang ( remember rubato rubato):" I got my sights set on youuuuu and I'm ready to aimmmmmmm, I have a heart that will never be tameddddddd, I knew you were something spppppppppecial, when you spoke my naaaaaaaame, now THE NEXT LYRICS I DOOOOOOOOOOOON'TTTTTTTTTTTT KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW..."
I tell you, I did it so confidently, singing that lyrics like it wasn't wrong at all ( really typical me, I think I use to do that when i was young, slimply make up lyrics if I forget). All my band members, expecially the electric guitar guy was staring at me and trying very hard not to burst out laughing. I just smiled cheekily and continued singing.
It was really fun, and I enjoyed myself very much. I was singing, "syiok sendiri" and holding that last note to the chorus " DOOOOOOOOOOON'TTTTT KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW" long long. So long, I think it was almost 4 bars. I was waiting for the band members to masuk chorus, but actually they were waiting for me to finish that note before coming in. ( Aduh, one hand clap on the forehead) Then I realized that I wasn't suppose to hold so long cause my members were giving me the look, so I finished my note.
pause
BAM! " The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down. I st-studdered when you asked me what I'm thinking about..."
Suddenly, this man, slumberly walked on stage and strolled up and down the back part of the stage holding a paper that had a wanted picture of ME! Oh gosh, this guy is helping the lady in the toilet. I had to do something quick!
BAM! " Felt like I couldn't breathe... pst pst pst...Grace get up here... (giving Grace, my manager, the head jerk, the desperate eyes, and pointing her to the guy with my mouth...while SINGING! Can you believe this?! )...you asked my what's wrong with me...hurry, hurry...My best friend Lesley said, oh she's just being Miley..."
Grace got the message and rushed up on the stage with another manager to deal with the man. And they were dealing with him ON STAGE ( next to the electric guitar guy)! ( Aduh, one hand clap AGAIN!) It was settled and an agreement took place.
Hmmm, remind me to find out what the agreement is about when i finsih singing:" The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself, my heart can't rest till then. oh wooawooawooah, I can't wait to see you again."
Then I woke up.
Laughing.
Oh please, tell me what it means. Heh.
To hear and see the original version of the song : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hC8N9WywIqY&feature=related
Stupid Dreams Come First, Good Ones Later: Crazy Bird
Ok, I'm going to tell me my stupid dreams first since there are much much easier to write compared to the crazy-complicated-soap-opera-type.
This one is quite recent.
I dreamt that I was:
...getting ready to sleep. But before settling myself in bed, I carried a Weaver bird's nest along with the nest's owner ( a blue bird) that I had caught earlier that day and placed them both on my bedroom table. Satisfied, I lay myself down on my bed and put my blanket on.
Suddenly, I felt something heavy on me. It was the bird! I quickly covered my head with my blanket, leaving only the top part of my hair exposed. I didn't know waht to expect; I suppose the bird was angry at me and decided that it wanted revenge. I couldn't move at all ; my, the bird was heavy for its size; I could only close my eyes and pray that the bird would leave me alone.
You know what the bird did? It decided to pee on me. And, my goodness, its pee was like a never ending spraying of the water hose. Luckily I was covered, thanks to my blanke-before I could finish saying it, the bird found the uncovered spot on my head and peed on it too. Darn, so much for luck. As if that wasn't enough, it decided that to vomit nonstop on me too ( same process as the pee).
Then, I jerked out of bed and woke up. I looked around...phew, no bird, no pee, no vomit. I'm safe. It was just a dream. But I felt lightheaded and blur cause i woke up so sudden and it seemed real because I was dreaming in "real time".
Anyone care to interpret this dream? Hahaha.
Btw, the bird's nest looked like this :
This one is quite recent.
I dreamt that I was:
...getting ready to sleep. But before settling myself in bed, I carried a Weaver bird's nest along with the nest's owner ( a blue bird) that I had caught earlier that day and placed them both on my bedroom table. Satisfied, I lay myself down on my bed and put my blanket on.
Suddenly, I felt something heavy on me. It was the bird! I quickly covered my head with my blanket, leaving only the top part of my hair exposed. I didn't know waht to expect; I suppose the bird was angry at me and decided that it wanted revenge. I couldn't move at all ; my, the bird was heavy for its size; I could only close my eyes and pray that the bird would leave me alone.
You know what the bird did? It decided to pee on me. And, my goodness, its pee was like a never ending spraying of the water hose. Luckily I was covered, thanks to my blanke-before I could finish saying it, the bird found the uncovered spot on my head and peed on it too. Darn, so much for luck. As if that wasn't enough, it decided that to vomit nonstop on me too ( same process as the pee).
Then, I jerked out of bed and woke up. I looked around...phew, no bird, no pee, no vomit. I'm safe. It was just a dream. But I felt lightheaded and blur cause i woke up so sudden and it seemed real because I was dreaming in "real time".
Anyone care to interpret this dream? Hahaha.
Btw, the bird's nest looked like this :
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
TVB Dream
This is a really short dream, more like a concept dream- the concept is important, not the storyline.
It was as if i was watching TV, a TVB drama to be more exact. The area of my view was like a TV screen, and there were subtitles at the bottom of my screen. Mind you, I wasn't in my dream watching the TV; the dream was the TV.
The people in my dream were actors and they were acting out my dream. What more, they weren't speaking english. They were speaking Cantonese!!! So, i had to read the subtitles at the bottom of my screen. Imagine that- reading subtitles to understand your own dream- pathetic.
It was as if i was watching TV, a TVB drama to be more exact. The area of my view was like a TV screen, and there were subtitles at the bottom of my screen. Mind you, I wasn't in my dream watching the TV; the dream was the TV.
The people in my dream were actors and they were acting out my dream. What more, they weren't speaking english. They were speaking Cantonese!!! So, i had to read the subtitles at the bottom of my screen. Imagine that- reading subtitles to understand your own dream- pathetic.
Dreams are Like Movies
Hey everyone!
Dreams are like movies- well, at least my dreams are. Some of them really don't make sense, but nonetheless, they are interesting. :) So take a peek and let your imagination run wild! Also, do leave comments and i would love if you could try to interpret my dreams, just for fun!
Remember, everything on this blog is fictional, they only exist in my dreams. :P
Dozing off,
Tissuegirl
Dreams are like movies- well, at least my dreams are. Some of them really don't make sense, but nonetheless, they are interesting. :) So take a peek and let your imagination run wild! Also, do leave comments and i would love if you could try to interpret my dreams, just for fun!
Remember, everything on this blog is fictional, they only exist in my dreams. :P
Dozing off,
Tissuegirl
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