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

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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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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.

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