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Things I have learnt today:

If I am sleeping badly due to the heat, I tend to sleep shorter, but have much more intense dreams. Dreams that half-rooted in reality, and taken strongly from the day’s events.

Last night’s dream was one of those. I slept like a baby, awakening every few hours from the heat. The dream I had was… busy. And fairly lucid, I think.

I dreamt I was at an Angela Aki concerto or small fan event somewhere in UM, I think. Or maybe UPM. Definitely one of the unis. She played half on the piano, half on my tablet. I don’t know how, but apparently I had offered my tablet for her to play, and it was beautiful.

So she played, and I think she was running through the entire list of her latest album, and I “fell asleep” halfway. By fell asleep I mean I woke up in real life and had a drink and chatted with some people at 2am in the morning. Then I went back to sleep.

And I dreamt she was still playing, finishing the last of her songs. Then she tried to test the tablet’s responsiveness by flicking her finger quickly through the last few notes, which my Tabitha kept up with. It was wonderful.

I remember her thanks, then clutching my tablet to my chest and hurrying to my seat, a silly grin on my face. Dimmie was with me and then we were supposed to leave. I was embarrassed enough to say yes, so we left with everyone else. Then when we were outside, I realised I forgot to get her autograph.

As we were outside, I suddenly realised that we were supposed to pick up an agent, and so Dimmie was suddenly Expediter from the ENL Faction. We drove like mad in UM/UPM, and he was telling me stuff about the agents and how he was racing DJinn and Mikael to get this other agent. And my scanner had an app that showed the bets people placed on these three to see who could pick up this out of town agent first.

We reached a part of the uni campus where there was this multi-cultural event happening. There was no where to park, but Expediter assured me it was right to leave my car where it was and he got out to look for said agent. I took my car and drove further in, hoping there was an exit, since there were other cars that had gone ahead on the same route.

As I did, I passed my sisters Silvy and Shannon in full costume, who were there for the multi-cultural event. They waved at me but did not ask why I was there.

So I went down this road, reversed at a dead end and then was finally told to park my car in this one corner. As I got down, a familiar-seeming old man told me to wait there because the married couple was coming (I had parked inside a hall that was going to be used for a wedding) and then there was something about my parents coming over too, because the married couple was close to us.

Then there was this family of three that barged into the hall from the back door, talking about bullying the couple, but especially the younger of the pair, simply to show they could. They were chased out by the old man and me, who basically shouted more obscenities than they did and shaming them for their bullying actions.

THEN the couple came in, and I remembered being completely HAPPY at their wedding, and completely unaffected by the fact it was two men getting married. I think it was a moment of “I couldn’t be more happier for them if I tried.”

Then I woke up from the heat. -_-” With Angela Aki’s Aieuo ringing in my ears.

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It’s confirmed, heat makes me get weird dreams. That and slight dehydration.

This was one of those dreams that began with me not being myself.

There had been a story for the past few years, a sort of myth that had been going around. Women and girls who were alone on the train or anywhere were abducted and simply disappeared. In their place, there would be a small Barbie doll, which looked a little bit like them.

So a young, working woman who was going home late one night was attacked. She fought back hard, not giving much ground until her assailant managed to drag her into a railway car, and then she was beateN into submission, I think. In her place they left a small brunette Barbie.

The scene cuts away into a cabin, where the “son” has taken the girl as his own. In the room there’s a pasty-white, pale like anything young teenager. She cowers in fear as the “father” looms over her, and then picks her up and puts her on the bed. The teenager’s eyes turns glassy as he does that. The father plays with his knife around the girl’s throat, and the camera looks towards the “son” and his new plaything. The woman looks fearfully towards the bed, but the son uses the flat end of his knife to turn her face away from what is happening on the bed. He doesn’t want to watch it either.

The teenager is killed, and unceremoniously dumped.

For a year, the woman is kept in slavery around the house. She has become the “wife” of the son. No escape attempts were made by her, at least not in the beginning, because she wanted to know how to get to a city first before she made the attempt.

The perspective changes to my own when a homely-looking woman comes up when the men are away one day. She insists that I follow her in the car. I knew I had to obey her or risk punishment, so I did. She drove the pickup to a restaurant area, and gave me RM5, asking me to run away. They would kill her, maybe, but she wanted to ensure I had a chance to escape.

I knew we were in the city area, and I immediately begged a guy to lend me his phone to call my dad. He looked at me weirdly and I did, but his phone was not working. As I was about to walk down to the payphone, the “father” suddenly appeared and shouted at me. I ran back to the restaurant area and screamed for help. The “father” stood at the end of the road, not willing to come after me in a crowded area.

Suddenly my dad turned up, and we were sort of reunited. The “father” now came up to my dad and they got into an argument about how I was the other’s daughter before punches started flying and I was shouting for anyone to call the cops.

They didn’t, but the “father” and my dad were finally pulled apart. I took dad’s phone trying to call the inspector in charge of my case but the number wasn’t in dad’s phone. I didn’t get enough time to open Google Maps to call up the police station there either.

The “father” and his “son” started sitting down to their own family dinner with the extended family, and I remember staying far away from them, in the light, with other people whom I knew would protect me but wouldn’t call the police for some reason.

I called bro and mom to tell them I was safe. We went to pick mom up. At mom’s “workplace” there was a customer who had known me from work who had the name “Melissa” something something who was complaining about the vase. Then I woke up.

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Weird Dreams

Friday, May 31st, 2013 08:00 am
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So, am not stranger to having weird dreams.

Been having them the past few weeks. On and off I’d get some random, lucid dream just before I’m due to wake up. Some of them were dreams caused by the alarm; my phone starts beeping very gently before my actual wake up time. Others I have no idea.

And most of the time, when I wake up, it’s with the feeling that yes, I had a lucid dream, but the details all escape me.

Today’s was slightly different. Basically entire family went on a vacation (including my extended family on my dad’s side) and after trying various activities we all got on that trip for a one-day overnight trip in an old pirate barge. You know those ships we use to think as belonging to pirates? Yup, those kinds.

Well, one thing led to another and the next thing we know, we were sailing. And so we did. Each stop we made had a different mission to accomplish. The one we were having when I woke up required a female relative (the woman is actually a random person, she just happened to be in my “family” at the time, and no, I have no idea who she was) to seduce the giant to tell us where his base was.

The giant, meanwhile, was being pursued by this man who was the creator of all the things. He wanted to undo his creations, but they were smart enough to go into hiding, so he used us instead. He could take many forms and shapes; at one point he was an ex-employer.

So the woman and the giant decided to turn the tables on the guy. After a “talk” the giant went away. And we on the ship went looking for food. As me and my cousins were making our way back after loading our small ship with food (lots of bananas, watermelons and random fruits, I think), the creator guy appeared.

And he was quite displeased with our progress. We all rushed back to the ship and tried to cast off (we were beached, apparently, for a quick while) and the creator guy apparently waited behind us to do so. There were two boats at this point; the main, sailing wooden barge and a hollowed out ceramic boat that looks more like an art mug than a boat. We tried to shift everyone from the ceramic boat to the main one, and while that was happening, the creator guy somehow overtook us and parked in the parking lot nearby.

I told my dad that I was going to go sabotage the guy’s car, used my bro’s screwdriver for it, and came back successfully. Dad followed me but for once did not interfere. The guy’s front wheel had a solar panel on it, so I couldn’t stab at the wheel.

Then I woke up.

I wonder how many worlds has my dream self been banned from now?

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I was back in Japan.

Only this time I was completely alone. It wasn’t so bad. I didn’t feel lost or in danger or anything. I wanted to move from one place to another. It started from my hostel. I ended up near Kyoto Station. As I was near Kyoto Station it occurred to me that I should have bought the daily bus pass, cause I knew I was going to be using it. Then I decided that since the place I wanted to visit was so close, I might as well just walk.

Then I got somewhat lost.

Walked past these two shops that looked like a typical, open air Malaysian mechanic place, complete with oil running down from the floor into the drains. The girl in one of the shops set fire to an old car. The shop next to them did the same thing. It was some kind of friendly competition.

After that I decided to retrace my steps to Kyoto station. The main reason being I wanted to get a Kyoto tourist map like the one I had when I visited Japan with the girls. While I was walking, I remember thinking to myself that if I was dreaming and I was not in Japan, it would have been one cruel dream, cause everything felt so real.

Including waiting for that special someone to come and join me. I dreamt that he was supposed to come later.

Then I woke up.

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Had a dream where they opened a clinic which would pay you for donating blood. Dreamt that they opened two lines; one to donate blood, the other to count how many people wanted clean and fair elections.

I couldn’t see the end of the second line.

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That was one weird dream. First time I’ve ever identified as a male instead of a female.

Dreamt I was serving an emperor. As in a samurai emperor. While on duty one day, in a large, crowded courtyard, a man came in. I recognised him as someone who stood higher than me in the courts opinion. Heck, even in my own he stood higher than me.

He brought some news. Then all the guys in the place released their doves and proceeded to masturbate to “call the God”. I remember thinking that I had to get away, to warn the emperor of this man. And that I was thinking of a movie where the samurai had been an eunuch. Thus I was disqualified from serving the God.

So I left the place. Reached the Kyoto palace. Saw two dogs. One was a large guy who wanted to follow me, the other was a tiny thing owned by some people walking near the palace.

I woke up before I could knock on the palace door.

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[Dreams] Of Mafia

Wednesday, December 14th, 2011 07:30 am
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From the moment the dream began I knew it was a dream. Knew that this was not reality. It’s been a long time since I had a dream like that. Didn’t stop the dream from taking on an unreal quality.

So I dreamt that my mother had been killed. A long time ago. As the middle child of the mafia, I was not allowed to do anything about it. Daughter of the boss and all that. So I ran away. Lived on the streets for a few weeks before I rejoined my “father’s” army. My sister was there. She had run away just before the recruitment happened. They were picking up schoolkids and training them to be killers.

My sister and I both wanted to know what happened to our mther, so we joined the army. For some reason, the men and women who had worked closely with our father and watched us grow up didn’t recognise us. When they brought a man out, my sister shook so badly she had to lie on the floor. The man had killed one of her friends in front of her eyes just because.

The guards made me snap my sister out of it, and I did. Training was alright, except my sister and I had trouble getting to the table where my father kept all the papers regarding mother. We kept pretending that we were going to that place to read the books.

Which the Matron allowed, but she did not of course like the fact we were snooping there.

Then I switched perspectives, and was introduced to their brother. He too was in training, but he was training to kill cops. Or something like that.

Things came to a head when he and his three trainee friends were going to get this safe table from a shopping complex. As they were retrieving it, they were stopped by a policeman and his daughter. The pair took the table, but they were then stopped by another cop, who tried to arrest the first pair for masquerading as cops. Apparently they were under suspension.

So there was a minor scuffle and the brother got ink in his hair. It was also the first time I punched someone in my dream. The punch felt unreal. It was like I threw my fist at the man’s cheek, barely connected, but there was a loud sound and he was out like a lamp anyway.

I woke up at the alarm.

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Mom had permafrost.

It was a very weird dream. I dreamy that I had gone back to school, then was caught in this mini love triangle with this boy who insisted on being a “bad boy” kinda stereotype, but he was actually a nice kid. Just very misguided. There was another girl who was interested in him, but she never spoke up. She was the pious, sweet kind of girl.

We got sent to this school in the middle of nowhere. To come back we had to take a bus. I remember at first trying to get to this school much earlier in the dream. That time I was driving. Somehow, I decided to just drive without knowing where I was actually going; turns out I ended up in God alone knows where. I called the uke for directions, and he told me that I was supposed to take the turning off Bangi before I headed there. Whoops! I had ended up going so far off course, I had to make a massive u-turn to come back.

So after being caught for being late, I was sent to this school (somehow I had become 13-17 years old again). Then on the way back (the school ended at 9pm wtf) I got a call from dad. Mom had permafrost/permarot or something like that./ It was a death sentence because it spread very fast and would kill her. It also had the effect of turning your limbs black.

I remember wondering how mom got it, but didn’t think to ask. Instead I focused on helping her get through it. This was when my dream became officially fandom. There were Ben 10 references all the way, then I dream that I was Ben 10 who was trying to save my mom.

There were bits of cartoon and bits of reality. This was an odd dream. Although Ben had the Omnitrix, he couldn’t transform himself; it was the person he touched who would assume the identity of that creature. One transformation was turning Grandpa Tennyson into a huge monster.

Which was quite o_O to say the least.

In the last part of my dream, it turns out that Ben had contracted the same disease, and so he and the Omnitrix were trying to find a cure (the Omnitrix acted like a talking sidekick here). The Omnitrix first told him he had only a few days left to live, and then Ben remembered that there was a creature being experimented on in the lab, a jellyfish; this creature had the same virus/diseases but his DNA somehow fought it.

The last coherent piece was the parents (now Ben’s I think) walking in the park one last time with Ben following at a distance. It was going to be their last walk, and Ben didn’t tell them that he had the cure in his body. He DID end up kissing the girl of his dreams though.

Which was sweet.

You know, this is a nano-seized dream entry. Bleh.

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Fragments of a dream again.

Child models who are assassins. Looking after dogs because we couldn’t bear to see them suffer otherwise. An old huose.

It had started out as a gathering point for the family I think, Then these child models came. I can’t remember whether one of the family members had brought them because they were supposed to take these models to a show or smoething, but I remember the kids were pretty depressed. They didn’t really want to be models, but they had no parents. Some loved the modelling life, some didn’t. All of them were assassins for this corporation though.

And then word came out that we had to leave. That we had been preparing for an act of civil disobedience. There was this corporation that owned the girls; we were trying to bring it down. While getting ready to leave the house, there were shennenigans. Toilets being full. Random bikers appearing.

Dad being sad about chasing a dog away cause it reminded him about Auntie Nora.

Weird dream.

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Woke up from an unusually vivid dream.

Dreamt that I had been going out for dinner with family, when a guy asked me out for drinks. I know this guy casually, but not more than that. Somehow I poofed from having dinner with my family to sitting in this guy’s car, driving at breakneck speed to a shopping complex so he could sign a deal. Thing is, I knew I had to get back for dinner, and I knew my mom would most likely be eating dinner with my bro. I wasn’t sure whether I should have dinner with this guy or with my family, but as it was Sunday, I didn’t want to stay out too long.

He noticed my discomfort and promised that we would be there for only a short while. I gripped the folder in my hands hard, knowing it would be extremely difficult to get home on time from the shopping complex we were headed to. As we talked in the car, I got the sense that he was trying to woo me, and at the back of my mind, I missed my uke. Or so I thought.

We parked somewhere in an open air space with the blessings of the guard and then sat down at a table where I saw a few familiar faces, including my uncle and his daughter, though they were both there separately and with different roles. After a while, without me saying anything, the guy got up and apologised, saying that he needed to send me back. I was relieved, as it meant I could dispense with the charade.

As we walked back to the car, we suddenly realised that the open air space had been turned into an al-fresco dining area. People were lounging on the couch and laughing. We walked a bit to confirm that we had the right place, then we went looking for the guards. As we walked, we stopped by this fair that was selling Italian food. I needed an excuse to have suddenly left my parents, apparently.

He showed me a bottle of pine nuts in oil, which made me say “I hate you for showing me this” because he had discovered one of my weak spots. Then we went back to the guards, who apparently made it out that it had been his fault for not being around when they had moved the cars.

It was no coincidence that all the moved cars were high end luxury cars. A few of them, like this guy’s, were sport cars.

We then went downstairs and into the car park, where he had to give details of his car to prove he was the owner. To be on the safe side, he also described the other cars that were with his, all of them his friends we had just left. The woman seemed annoyed with him, but agreed to give him the cars before asking if she could come to a deal with us. She needed the money the cars would bring, she said, and it was at this point that he left me to deal with her.

I looked into her eyes and realised I was way out of my depth. She stepped away from her desk, and I did so, and I told her about how she had abused trust, and how much more she would fail when she got caught with this. She attacked me, and I fought with her. I almost lost, but the fight didn’t feel very real. It ended with her lying face down and me sitting on her back, pinning her down.

As the reinforcements came, I scolded the guy for leaving me alone. Then I woke up.

In the dream I had a craving for Cantonese fried noodles. Which have now been filled. :D

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They were people I cared about deeply.

They had gone to report to the police something that they had seen. Instead of investigating, the police threw the both of them into the lockup. It was a harrowing time. I was still working at my old workplace and I was distraught. Turns out that they had been given bad advice or something.

You see, they had lodged that report after they consulted an acquaintance of mine. In real life, this acquaintance is someone I don’t like very much. In this dream, it was after they had spoken to him that they had been arrested. When I saw him next I was screaming at him in the coffee shop. One of the reasons why I hated this guy was that he affected a careless and blameless attitude when it was something he caused but did not want to take responsibility for.

I was with another companion. We were climbing up a steep hill. There was something about Sound Horizon, but I remember that hill. It was a normal hill till you reached near the top. Then the stone stairs became cushions, and one could sit on it if one wanted. It was comfy, except for the insects and the birds.

Small birds were stuck onto the moss. I tried to free some of them, but they freed themselves and soon were flying. There were also other small creatures, but they were in black and gold, looking as though they were made of plasticine. Somehow I knew they were. as I watched, one struggled to get something out of its body. I would have helped to pull the metal piece apart from him but I hesitated, for I did not know what its original shape looked like.

We stood on the top of that strange hill. Behind us, were a pair of doors. I knew we had to enter those doors.

I woke up, but my dream had not ended. I dreamt that the door opened, and something pulled the two girls in. They had to escape, and thanks to their many layers of petticoat dressing, they were able to slip out of their plasticine-ish monster. They had to continue down a corridor to escape though.

As for me, it took a long while after that dream to calculate how long the police could hold that one dear to me for. Then I realised he was ok, and I began to write on the comp about this vivid dream.

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Was out walking around on a weekend. Spent a lot of time hanging out by myself. Then I went to catch a Suju concert. The concert had just four words but I can’t remember the name at all.

Before I went to the concert I happened to meet some friends at a bakery. The bakery was outside in this 3 storey building. Climbing up to it was no easy task, but there was a stairway that made it easier. I romised the friends I met there that I would meet with them for dinner.

Then I went to the concert. After showing my ticket, I sat down in this examination-type room, where we could see Suju. There was a wooden table in front of me, so I put my laptop bag down and began writing in a notebook. I was writing about the concert when this security guy came up to me and said that he needed to search my bag. I protested weakly but he did it anyway and took away my laptop, promising that I could take my lappie back once the concert was over.

After the concert I immediately went out for dinner and forgot about the laptop. At the same time, I was also rushing cause I just “knew” that the bakery where I had met my friends earlier was going to be burnt down by sinster forces (?). So I went to meet up with my friends, who did not tell me about the bakery, even though I knew they were there when it happened.

I excused myself midway through dinner instead to rush and get my laptop from the security. In the process I was reminding myself that the bakery was where they had the security station, so I would need to go through the mall to get to the bakery. I met two dear friends there (Whose names and faces I can actually remember here) and then went to the bakery.

I remember having to climb up some places and had one spot where my hair actually brushed against the ground to get to the bakery. Then I woke up.

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[Dreams] Haukoki?

Wednesday, April 20th, 2011 06:54 am
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I only have slivers of this dream as I sat down to write it after I showered. PC was off due to thunder:

- Baited and argued with someone about our next course of action. We were the keepers of this world, yet we were not sure what would be our next step. I remember baiting that person though, if for no other reason that I disliked her personally. Yes I know where this is leaking from in Real Life.

- Deru was there! We had to do a spell to go back in time/enter the world of Haukoki (yes the short form name of that anime/game), and Deru was among those who were picked. She was among the group of 4 going in at the early stages, with me and the girl I fought going in at stage two.

- Deru recording a voice over. Almost everyone went out visiting, leaving a few of us in the house. I decided to take a shower as I didn’t know when we get another one. As I came back, I overheard Deru recording/practising some of the dialogue they used in Haukoki.

Dear body

Hot, humid nights aren’t an excuse for weird dreams. Thanks for waking me up in the cool morning to switch off my comp before the thunder hit.


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Traces of a dream

Thursday, March 24th, 2011 06:38 am
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Earthquake happening. Running. Was in car when hit. Car had my emergency backpack. Took it and then we waited for the earthquake to stop. I was in the Philippines I think,. but the outside of the area looked like Kota Kemuning.

The devastation was great. Buildings fell and people were dead. I opened the main office door after getting down from the car and was relieved to know most people inside were safe. Prayed over the bodies; I think someone resurrected and we were all pretty meh about it. It seemed like it happened often.

Went back to the car to retrieve supplies. As we returned, someone was outside singing Sejahtera Malaysia. Uke went to town to look for help. I missed his departure. At the end of her singing we made our way towards the hall of the building. Inside there was a mini concert happening with people dressed in rich clothing. Uke apparently came back to drop off a guy he had rescued and went off. Chased after him.

No, Philippines is not known only for their concerts. Had a minor disagreement with someone. Then we agreed to go to the City to find the uke and to report our building. In the car, we were watching current movies.

Urgh sleepy..

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Title’s caused I only wrote the dream down when I had been awake for more than 10 minutes.

Dreamt that I got lost on the last day of work. I somehow ended up in Kuala Selangor instead of my workplace. The town was relatively clean but was messy as they had just finished an event. The Chinese temple had been burning offerings to the dead I think. It must have been somewhere close to Chinese New Year or Qing Beng. The police were there and what I found unusual was the Malay police also involved in burning hell money. I remember thinking, “The souls of the dead, even the Muslim ones, must be suffering in the afterlife due to no offerings made for them.”

Then I tried to leave the town to go to work. But this time I was quite tired and terrified for it was already 9am and I was going to be spectacularly late for work. No idea how I could have taken the wrong turning but when I tried to follow the instructions aka signboard to go back to work, I ended up making a huge circle in the town (this is very normal in Malaysia, the signboards are a lie!).

I met up with my colleague who apparently lived there; told him about the event and we agreed to go to work together cause he was also on his way. He had completely forgotten about the festival and thus did not take any photos to be used for our company. The funny thing is that he also seemed to be just as blur as I was in finding a way out of the town with me, and we had to ask a friend whom I haven’t seen since I left Sunday School how to leave.

The city was by the seaside though, it’s been such a long time since I felt its breeze on my cheek. The houses were mainly wood? Also, we weren’t using cars to get around; I think they were segways.

Nghrrhh. *rolls to work*

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Someone in Malaysia had the zombie virus. It spread fast.

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Dreamt that I created a LJ RP comm for Jhameia as she requested. The name of the Comm was “asne”, which is an anagram of Sane. Then I appointed Rueki, Juufy and me as the admin/mods. Somewhere alone the line, after using the comm to test two or three posts, we turned that into the OOC comm and Juufy creadted a new comm with a similar name that would use asne as a OOC comm. The hilarious part? I remember chasing Juufy to create that second comm.

I don’t remember whether it was a closed or open comm.

Also, in the middle of creating said comm, I dreamt that the reason why I asked Juufy to create the second comm was because I was on my may home from a trip. Along the way, I remember that I actually had to go into work for half-day and that I was supposed to go in at 2pm, not one. And it was not going to my new place. It was going to my old office. Hmm…

Apparently too someone turned the side of the road not too far from my house into a mini restaurant. They sold a lot of keropok varieties. I think there were at least 3—4 different kinds. The unique part of this? This is the second time that component has appeared in my dreams. Previously it was a chap fan stall. And no, that business near my house does not exist.


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[Dreams] Infected

Tuesday, December 28th, 2010 07:56 am
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They were trying to attack us.

We had been trained as a secret force, but not everyone was ready. I was not ready. So in trying to save others while showing off, I fell to the lowest level of the library. The darkness was unleashed, even if there were pockets of civilization that resisted this darkness.

Didn’t take long for us to discover that was the truth. Unexpected friends formed the vanguard while I was to fight. I was called the Chosen One, for my accident had proven that perhaps I was the best option to stop those beasts.

If by best option you mean a scared girl running around the city with a 6 foot scythe slaying people in a methodical manner.

The library was always the lowest level of the infection. Our task was instead to ascend to the top of the infection. We were to defeat something… but I do not know what. Uke was comforting me even when he was fighting. Sis too.

And now, back to sleep.

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geminianeyes: Cute sisters from PW as kids (Default)

A hotel in Negeri Sembilan? A nice place with its own bellhop. And then there was that ceremony where the descendents of the Emperor of China came in and we had to protect her, how we could, from the machinations of the antagonist. All this was revealed during the cosplay event I joined.

I had Silvy and someone else as my roommate. The only thing I remember about staying with them? We were spray painting a prop gold. It was fun, though Silvy got bored of waiting for me and instead used her can to spray paint another can.

I didn’t say it was coherent.

Original entry as appearing at Reach Into Your Soul.

geminianeyes: Cute sisters from PW as kids (Default)

Working backwards from the memory that’s the clearest to the haziest.

Dreamt I had a child in the aftermath. The child was playing with the little girl I had been looking after when the earthquake happened. This child and the little girl who was was now 12, ran up a pair of escalators. I watched them go with the little girl’s mom. When they reached the top, a pair of men appeared and stole my child. I ran after them, screaming, but they were away before I knew it. Somehow I knew this wasn’t the first time they had done so to me it was very similar to my other dream where they had forced me into a corner and was getting me to kill for them. And I had the feeling that they were coordinating the dreams I had with my other selves. It felt like they were transdimensional thieves.

Before that, what happened was that I was on a bus filled with schoolkids. Some were as young as 7, others were in their painful adolescence. We were trying to escape a catastrophe that was about to hit earth, and basically we were on teh road when the earthquake happened. Before the earthquake happened, I remember clearly we were helping kids put on their seat belts; I was in the bus with a bunch of other teachers and the kids were told to put on their seatbelts. I spent quite a bit of time adjusting the seat belts of the little ones before having to threaten the older ones with theirs.

Yes these were seat belts in a bus. Apparently the bus was made with this in mind.

We got onto the bus because the planet we were on had gotten in between an inter-space dispute. Two other races were fighting over something and were about to take the planet we were on to the grave to prove a point. I dreamt that I was the only one who knew how to stop these guys because I knew how to operate the ancient machine they were going to use to to blow up the planet. A machine that had massive lava in the centre. As the kids (I was in a school when negotiations failed) were sent to the bus, I was battling to get to the top of the school where the machine was.

Before this, it was much more vague. I think I was dreaming as a character in my nanonovel. Then it led to the sequence of events mentioned above.

This is starting to get just a little bit freaky.

Original entry as appearing at Reach Into Your Soul.

January 2015

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