Day of dream: a few nights ago
Setting: in the middle of a town, then to a holiday cottage in a village
I was a superhero, using my super powers to save the world from dangers. After a recent mission in a small town, I started to wonder what it would be like to live for myself, to love and be loved, and for once can care less about the misfortunes of the world. I told my partner about how I felt, and he/she supported my decision, and agreed that I should take a break. I was doubtful for awhile, yet with his/her encouragement, I took flight (literally) to search for my love.
Important sidenote -- while i was flying, I felt the same way when I was flying in Dreams episode 16. Although I was not on a flying vechile/machine in this dream (I was flying even without wings), I had trouble controlling my direction. I continued to ascend, even when I would like to fly closer to the ground. Conscious attempt to descend failed.
Soon I arrived at a village, with a beautiful cottage. I knocked on it and entered. This was the holiday cottage of a demi-royalty, decorated to resemble a true cottage, yet the rooms are modern in its decorations. Then suddenly, my eyes met his, and at that moment I knew that he was the one whom I was looking for. Yet before I could know more of him, he was ushered by his parents to accompany a lady to the lake, while I was invited to sit at the dining table by the window, overlooking the lake near the cottage.
I was served with tea and cookies, on elegant dining ware. Yet my mind was not on the food in front of me, but on the lake and the couple peddling on the water in a swan ship. I did not remember his face from our brief encounter. Thus I stared, hoping to get a better look of his face from this distance. He was gentlemanly and charming no doubt, engaging in a conversation with his company. I was not the only one paying attention to the activities on the lake. His mother commented that the girl whom he was escorting, having known each other for several years, and being of high-birth, was a perfect match for him. There was nothing I could do, except to stare, and pray for his speedy return.
I did not say much during the wait. Finally, after what seems like forever, he returned with his company. His mother anxiously enquired about their development. While he avoided questions and provided ambigious answers to the necessary ones, I admired his every tiniest movement. After the gentle interogation from his mother, he asked me gently if I would like to make a trip to the lake. His mother said that it was unnecessary, and that it was getting dark. He turned to me and searched for an answer with his gentle eyes, I smiled. Then to his mother, he insisted that he would bring me to the lake, and helped me prepare to go outdoors...
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Dreams Episode 26
Day of dream: a few nights ago
Setting: cruise on a legend ship, olden english style
Me and my three girlfriends (not anyone I know of in my waking life) went on a cruise on this old english ship, built out of beautiful wood which age resonates in its matted reflection. Not an inch of cold metal can be found, with the exception of dining utensils, which makes the ship feels lighter, warmer, and more personal. Despite being built out of wood, the trusted construction and engineering has allowed the ship to hold cabins, entertainment facilities, and room for amateur explorers.
We left our stuff in our rooms (either not shown in dream, or I could not remember it), changed into calf-length casual dresses that matched the time and taste of the ship, and proceeded to the dinning room. We were seated on a small round table, which were matched with wooden chairs. While our coffee and tea were served in delicate china and silver tea-spoons, the captain joined us. He was in his mid thirties, a well-built man with wide shoulders, topped with a handsome head, great hair, and a charming personality. It did not take long before we were engaged in a friendly dialogue.
In the middle of a conversation, one of them (let's name her Anne) excused herself to the washroom. Upon seeing that Jennie (given name) has taken a keen interest in the captain, my friend and I both excused ourselves to give Jennie and the captain a little time alone, which was gracefully consented by the captain. We met Anne outside the washroom, and speculated about Jennie and the captain.
Thinking that enough time has been given, we returned to the dining area, expecting Jennie and the captain the gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. Yet the sight that greeted us shocked us. In the captain's uniform was not the handsome man, but a strong slimey sea monster with skin from the ocean drapped on a human frame. He was grabbing at Jennie's waist, seemingly unaware of her stuggle and screams.
We were dazed, until the monster shifted his stare to us. Those half-human-half-monster eyes were filled with hatred, and fear. We screamed, and ran down the narrow corridor, when suddenly, the wooden planks beneath our feet gave way to our heels...
Setting: cruise on a legend ship, olden english style
Me and my three girlfriends (not anyone I know of in my waking life) went on a cruise on this old english ship, built out of beautiful wood which age resonates in its matted reflection. Not an inch of cold metal can be found, with the exception of dining utensils, which makes the ship feels lighter, warmer, and more personal. Despite being built out of wood, the trusted construction and engineering has allowed the ship to hold cabins, entertainment facilities, and room for amateur explorers.
We left our stuff in our rooms (either not shown in dream, or I could not remember it), changed into calf-length casual dresses that matched the time and taste of the ship, and proceeded to the dinning room. We were seated on a small round table, which were matched with wooden chairs. While our coffee and tea were served in delicate china and silver tea-spoons, the captain joined us. He was in his mid thirties, a well-built man with wide shoulders, topped with a handsome head, great hair, and a charming personality. It did not take long before we were engaged in a friendly dialogue.
In the middle of a conversation, one of them (let's name her Anne) excused herself to the washroom. Upon seeing that Jennie (given name) has taken a keen interest in the captain, my friend and I both excused ourselves to give Jennie and the captain a little time alone, which was gracefully consented by the captain. We met Anne outside the washroom, and speculated about Jennie and the captain.
Thinking that enough time has been given, we returned to the dining area, expecting Jennie and the captain the gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. Yet the sight that greeted us shocked us. In the captain's uniform was not the handsome man, but a strong slimey sea monster with skin from the ocean drapped on a human frame. He was grabbing at Jennie's waist, seemingly unaware of her stuggle and screams.
We were dazed, until the monster shifted his stare to us. Those half-human-half-monster eyes were filled with hatred, and fear. We screamed, and ran down the narrow corridor, when suddenly, the wooden planks beneath our feet gave way to our heels...
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Shape your path
from Mr. Andrew, Bio class...
1 good and valid reason to drink lots of beer!
"Accidentally" drink a little methanol (make sure its just a little, any more of it will kill you). Then you can drink as much beer as you like, on the basis that it is necessary to save your life.
This is because methanol poisoning is a result of methanol binding to some enzyme in your body. By introducing alcohol, it reduces the chances of this binding as alcohol shares a similar structure as methanol. The O-H on both molecules compete for binding at the binding-site of the enzyme. As we learn in biology, in competitive inhibition, the substrate with the higher concentration has a higher rate of sucess at binding. Drinking lots of beer increases the concentration of alcohol in your body, reducing the rate of sucessful methanol binding, and thus reducing the risk of methanol poisoning.
WARNING: Methanol is a dangerous chemical to triffle with, especially when you are consuming it. And while you may not die from methanol poisoning, alcohol overdose can kill you, in various methods.
1 good and valid reason to drink lots of beer!
"Accidentally" drink a little methanol (make sure its just a little, any more of it will kill you). Then you can drink as much beer as you like, on the basis that it is necessary to save your life.
This is because methanol poisoning is a result of methanol binding to some enzyme in your body. By introducing alcohol, it reduces the chances of this binding as alcohol shares a similar structure as methanol. The O-H on both molecules compete for binding at the binding-site of the enzyme. As we learn in biology, in competitive inhibition, the substrate with the higher concentration has a higher rate of sucess at binding. Drinking lots of beer increases the concentration of alcohol in your body, reducing the rate of sucessful methanol binding, and thus reducing the risk of methanol poisoning.
WARNING: Methanol is a dangerous chemical to triffle with, especially when you are consuming it. And while you may not die from methanol poisoning, alcohol overdose can kill you, in various methods.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Dreams Episode 25
Day of dream: last night
Setting: A pub, which later in the dream, revealed itself to be in the airport (it was suppose to be Singapore Airport, although it looks nothing like it)
This was the night life! People were dancing, music blasting (I think), lights flashing. I was out with my primary school friends, in a dimly lit cubicle in this pub. We were drinking a little, and chatting alot. Then one by one, they went off onto the dance floor, leaving just a few of us behind. Wee Lic was drinking a little too much, not because he was emotionally traumatised, but simply because of a dare. And he got a little high...
I left the cubicle to get a piece of damp towel, and some proper food and drinks for him. I approached the bartender, yet the bench was extremely crowded. So I walked along to bench, hoping to find a less crowded spot so that I can buy a cup of berry juice (or some other fruit juice, or another drink that is red-ish in color).
I kept walking, until I came to a corner where there were 2 small colorful plastic tables and lots of crayons. The walls were brightly painted, although the corner remained rather dark, and the ground was padded with soft puzzle mat. (A kids' corner in a rather wild pub?!) A couple of kids were kneeling next to the tables, coloring on their respective black and white pictures. I joined them, sitting down on the floor next to one of the children, and watched her fill up the white spaces. The other child came over...
I was walking again, going down in the direction I was walking in. The bar-followed-by-the-kids'-corner-and-many-more formed an oval space with a conglomeration of stores in the middle (of I-have-no-idea-where). I moved along the oval, passing by some other stores selling faniful items, and then finally coming to the other side. There were game booths on this side. I watched them as they played. I wanted to play too, but realized that I haven' t gotten my drink. So I returned to the bar and got my berry juice.
Returning to the cubicle, I left the juice for my so-drunk-that-he-was-barely-conscious friend, sat there for awhile, then grabbed my purse and left, leaving Wee Lic in the good hands of the rest of them. I walked in the same direction, yet I did not stop to look at any of the items. I did not move along the oval either. I kept walking straight, passed the conglomeration-of-stores-oval, and kept walking.
Then I came to a library, the children's section. There were shelves of books, and stools for the children to sit on. The adults' section were close-by, and the refrence section were upstairs, on the demi-2nd-floor. I remembered that my mother brought me and my brother here when we were younger, when we were waiting for our flight (only in the dream reality). It was the airport! My dad and bro joined me, followed by my cousin Ting.
We left the library, coming to a row of snacks vending machines. Yet this vending machine is unlike the conventional -- the tibbits were all displayed, with no barriers. It was a test of honesty and integrity for the patrons. Patrons were welcomed to take the snacks and leave the proper chnage in the box with a slot of coins. Yet we failed the test. There were no-one else around... We were dishonest, taking the snacks without paying for them. I knew it was wrong... I took some and said, "I think we should stop. Let's not take too much."
There was a movable office chair nearby. I grabbed that chair, and kneeling on it, I wheeled, with my dad, brother, and cousin following. I think we knew that we can't take the chair with us, but we did anyway.
We came to a busier section of the airport, where people were waiting for their flights to depart. I feared we would be caught for our chair, and I sounded my concern to my company. My dad reassured me that it would be fine. I was not convinced, but I continued wheeling, cautiously. Finally we got caught. Given a gentle reminder that that chair was not allowed here, and that we return the chair, we graciously gave it back. I was rather reliefed.
With my dad and bro, we walked to the outside of the airport. (I have no idea where Ting went.) The sky was exceptionally blue, and the atmostphere was peaceful. The building that we left was zen and so was the landscape marked with squarish green patches of carpet grass and trees. As we were leaving, my dad met his friend, who asked him what he was doing there. My dad replied, "Surveying." And right at that moment I thought, "Wouldn't another phrase (something about knowing your enemy ensures higher success) be more appropriate?"
Setting: A pub, which later in the dream, revealed itself to be in the airport (it was suppose to be Singapore Airport, although it looks nothing like it)
This was the night life! People were dancing, music blasting (I think), lights flashing. I was out with my primary school friends, in a dimly lit cubicle in this pub. We were drinking a little, and chatting alot. Then one by one, they went off onto the dance floor, leaving just a few of us behind. Wee Lic was drinking a little too much, not because he was emotionally traumatised, but simply because of a dare. And he got a little high...
I left the cubicle to get a piece of damp towel, and some proper food and drinks for him. I approached the bartender, yet the bench was extremely crowded. So I walked along to bench, hoping to find a less crowded spot so that I can buy a cup of berry juice (or some other fruit juice, or another drink that is red-ish in color).
I kept walking, until I came to a corner where there were 2 small colorful plastic tables and lots of crayons. The walls were brightly painted, although the corner remained rather dark, and the ground was padded with soft puzzle mat. (A kids' corner in a rather wild pub?!) A couple of kids were kneeling next to the tables, coloring on their respective black and white pictures. I joined them, sitting down on the floor next to one of the children, and watched her fill up the white spaces. The other child came over...
I was walking again, going down in the direction I was walking in. The bar-followed-by-the-kids'-corner-and-many-more formed an oval space with a conglomeration of stores in the middle (of I-have-no-idea-where). I moved along the oval, passing by some other stores selling faniful items, and then finally coming to the other side. There were game booths on this side. I watched them as they played. I wanted to play too, but realized that I haven' t gotten my drink. So I returned to the bar and got my berry juice.
Returning to the cubicle, I left the juice for my so-drunk-that-he-was-barely-conscious friend, sat there for awhile, then grabbed my purse and left, leaving Wee Lic in the good hands of the rest of them. I walked in the same direction, yet I did not stop to look at any of the items. I did not move along the oval either. I kept walking straight, passed the conglomeration-of-stores-oval, and kept walking.
Then I came to a library, the children's section. There were shelves of books, and stools for the children to sit on. The adults' section were close-by, and the refrence section were upstairs, on the demi-2nd-floor. I remembered that my mother brought me and my brother here when we were younger, when we were waiting for our flight (only in the dream reality). It was the airport! My dad and bro joined me, followed by my cousin Ting.
We left the library, coming to a row of snacks vending machines. Yet this vending machine is unlike the conventional -- the tibbits were all displayed, with no barriers. It was a test of honesty and integrity for the patrons. Patrons were welcomed to take the snacks and leave the proper chnage in the box with a slot of coins. Yet we failed the test. There were no-one else around... We were dishonest, taking the snacks without paying for them. I knew it was wrong... I took some and said, "I think we should stop. Let's not take too much."
There was a movable office chair nearby. I grabbed that chair, and kneeling on it, I wheeled, with my dad, brother, and cousin following. I think we knew that we can't take the chair with us, but we did anyway.
We came to a busier section of the airport, where people were waiting for their flights to depart. I feared we would be caught for our chair, and I sounded my concern to my company. My dad reassured me that it would be fine. I was not convinced, but I continued wheeling, cautiously. Finally we got caught. Given a gentle reminder that that chair was not allowed here, and that we return the chair, we graciously gave it back. I was rather reliefed.
With my dad and bro, we walked to the outside of the airport. (I have no idea where Ting went.) The sky was exceptionally blue, and the atmostphere was peaceful. The building that we left was zen and so was the landscape marked with squarish green patches of carpet grass and trees. As we were leaving, my dad met his friend, who asked him what he was doing there. My dad replied, "Surveying." And right at that moment I thought, "Wouldn't another phrase (something about knowing your enemy ensures higher success) be more appropriate?"
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Dreams Episode 24
Day of dream: 2 nights ago
Setting: Nanyang Girls' High School Auditorium, with NUS High School's Auditorium backstage
We were having a drama performance, where I was acting as a princess. I had 2 dresses, both identical in design, only differing in colors. The dresses were thin-strapped, fairy-like, and slightly above the knee. They were the typical fairy-tale short-er princess dresses. My first dress was white, and I changed it to baby pink for the latter part of the show.
After my last scene, I went backstage, and put on a sweater, waiting for the closing bow. I went to the toilet backstage to use the mirror. I tidied my hair a little, and thought that my jacket, with its slightly darker purple-pink, rather matches the pink dress that I was wearing. Then I was ushered out for the bow.
I went onstage, thinking I might have forgotten something. The seats were not very filled. I spotted Dr. Seah in one of the seats slightly to the left, Dr. Wong in one of the seats slightly to the right, and Mr. Ang with the management at the first few rows. I took my bow and returned backstage, only to realize that I forgot to take off my sweater...
Setting: Nanyang Girls' High School Auditorium, with NUS High School's Auditorium backstage
We were having a drama performance, where I was acting as a princess. I had 2 dresses, both identical in design, only differing in colors. The dresses were thin-strapped, fairy-like, and slightly above the knee. They were the typical fairy-tale short-er princess dresses. My first dress was white, and I changed it to baby pink for the latter part of the show.
After my last scene, I went backstage, and put on a sweater, waiting for the closing bow. I went to the toilet backstage to use the mirror. I tidied my hair a little, and thought that my jacket, with its slightly darker purple-pink, rather matches the pink dress that I was wearing. Then I was ushered out for the bow.
I went onstage, thinking I might have forgotten something. The seats were not very filled. I spotted Dr. Seah in one of the seats slightly to the left, Dr. Wong in one of the seats slightly to the right, and Mr. Ang with the management at the first few rows. I took my bow and returned backstage, only to realize that I forgot to take off my sweater...
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Dreams Episode 23
Day of dream: last night
Setting: a hybrid of a train station and the Singapore Air Force show ground
There was a carnival in town. A really big and fanciful one. And everything, including the crew, the games, and the rides, are contained within one plane. And it scared me. It was one of those highly-mobile despite its gigantism helicopters. I was hesitant in going in at first. However after promting from the clowns in the crowd, and much tugging from my friend, I stepped into the plane, cautiously, reluctantly, and a little excited.
The rooms filled with various activities were lined on the right. I passed by the first room, it was filled with game stations and virtual racing. I was feeling lazy, so I moved on. I passed by the second room, it was filled with baby rides, mini-pirate ships, and flying elephants. I thought it was too childish for me, so I moved on. I passed by the 3rd room, it was filled with virtual adventures, a little too dark for me. My friend, who was with me, decided on one room, and went on to have fun.
I continued on. Then a sign on my right says "Train Ride", with an arrow that points diagonally upward. I thought it was perfect, sitting on the train, enjoying every surprise that each turn brings. So I followed the sign and got up a narrow flight of cold-metal stairs. More signs lined up along to corridor leading to the ride. I grew increasing hesitant. As I walked, a dwarf appeared, walking toward me along the narrow corridor. He asked "Are you there for the Train Ride? Continue down this..." "No!" I interrupted. As in out of fear, I turned and ran, down the narrow corridor and down the stairs. My mind was crying for the open space outside.
When I reached the entrance, there were police inspectors there. As I was wondering what was going on, a detective, whom I knew (only in this dream) spotted me, and dragged me aside. He asked me if I knew what was going on. Before i could reply, he told me that the clowns are criminals, using this carnival to transport people to an alternate dimension. "People wouldn't even realize that they are being transport. Most people would willingly go," the detective explained. I was shocked, and tried to go back to look for my friends. But the detective stopped me from going in, as in the plane itself contains evil beyond explantion.
It turned out that the evil-criminal-clowns would transport people using trains that ran beside where the plane is parked. The detective explained that he would just have to stop those trains from moving. He moved onto the track, followed by me and the police force, and claimed that he has the authority to inspect all the trains. Yet the clowns continued, and the trained continued. People on the trains looked happy.
The detective tried shouting at the people, commanding them to get off the train for their own safety. At first, no one listened. The trains moved. The detective never give up, shouting, commanding. People slowly acknowledges his presence, turning to look at him. Yet their expressions displayed neither confusion, nor fear. It was a display of menace, and evil grins. Seeing such, he froze, and it was silent, save for the moving train on the tracks.
Then he wondered out loud, "Have we already been transported to the alternate dimension, somehow?" I stared at him, and wondered too, wondering what would happen to us...
Setting: a hybrid of a train station and the Singapore Air Force show ground
There was a carnival in town. A really big and fanciful one. And everything, including the crew, the games, and the rides, are contained within one plane. And it scared me. It was one of those highly-mobile despite its gigantism helicopters. I was hesitant in going in at first. However after promting from the clowns in the crowd, and much tugging from my friend, I stepped into the plane, cautiously, reluctantly, and a little excited.
The rooms filled with various activities were lined on the right. I passed by the first room, it was filled with game stations and virtual racing. I was feeling lazy, so I moved on. I passed by the second room, it was filled with baby rides, mini-pirate ships, and flying elephants. I thought it was too childish for me, so I moved on. I passed by the 3rd room, it was filled with virtual adventures, a little too dark for me. My friend, who was with me, decided on one room, and went on to have fun.
I continued on. Then a sign on my right says "Train Ride", with an arrow that points diagonally upward. I thought it was perfect, sitting on the train, enjoying every surprise that each turn brings. So I followed the sign and got up a narrow flight of cold-metal stairs. More signs lined up along to corridor leading to the ride. I grew increasing hesitant. As I walked, a dwarf appeared, walking toward me along the narrow corridor. He asked "Are you there for the Train Ride? Continue down this..." "No!" I interrupted. As in out of fear, I turned and ran, down the narrow corridor and down the stairs. My mind was crying for the open space outside.
When I reached the entrance, there were police inspectors there. As I was wondering what was going on, a detective, whom I knew (only in this dream) spotted me, and dragged me aside. He asked me if I knew what was going on. Before i could reply, he told me that the clowns are criminals, using this carnival to transport people to an alternate dimension. "People wouldn't even realize that they are being transport. Most people would willingly go," the detective explained. I was shocked, and tried to go back to look for my friends. But the detective stopped me from going in, as in the plane itself contains evil beyond explantion.
It turned out that the evil-criminal-clowns would transport people using trains that ran beside where the plane is parked. The detective explained that he would just have to stop those trains from moving. He moved onto the track, followed by me and the police force, and claimed that he has the authority to inspect all the trains. Yet the clowns continued, and the trained continued. People on the trains looked happy.
The detective tried shouting at the people, commanding them to get off the train for their own safety. At first, no one listened. The trains moved. The detective never give up, shouting, commanding. People slowly acknowledges his presence, turning to look at him. Yet their expressions displayed neither confusion, nor fear. It was a display of menace, and evil grins. Seeing such, he froze, and it was silent, save for the moving train on the tracks.
Then he wondered out loud, "Have we already been transported to the alternate dimension, somehow?" I stared at him, and wondered too, wondering what would happen to us...
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Dreams Episode 22
Day of dream: last night
It was after canoe polo pool training. While we usually have trainings at NUS swimming pool, we did not in this dream. The swimming pool was nicer, and cooler (partially because it was sheltered).
Everyone decided to go for dinner somewhere nice (something related to my birthday...). So everyone decided to go wash up. As usual, the guys and girls went to the respective shower areas. The shower area similar to those in public swimming pools -- basic necessities met, and rather wet.
The girls went into different shower cabinets. I spent a really long time. Although that happens in reality, me spending more time than my team mates in the showers, I never go beyond half an hour... Forty minutes is the most I would spend. Yet in my dream, I spent so long that I was the only one left in the shower area. I kept getting the feeling that the soap has not been completely rinsed off.
When I am finally done, everyone was waiting outside, on the verge of losing their patience, some were teasing me. While we were walking, I realized that I took about an hour to wash-up... No wonder they were loosing their patience... Haha.
This dream reminds me of this once when I asked them to wait for me so that we can go for dinner at NUS canteen together. I was, naturally, the last one. (The guys were really nice to wait.) We went to the canteen together, but I left early, without having dinner, to catch the bus...
It was after canoe polo pool training. While we usually have trainings at NUS swimming pool, we did not in this dream. The swimming pool was nicer, and cooler (partially because it was sheltered).
Everyone decided to go for dinner somewhere nice (something related to my birthday...). So everyone decided to go wash up. As usual, the guys and girls went to the respective shower areas. The shower area similar to those in public swimming pools -- basic necessities met, and rather wet.
The girls went into different shower cabinets. I spent a really long time. Although that happens in reality, me spending more time than my team mates in the showers, I never go beyond half an hour... Forty minutes is the most I would spend. Yet in my dream, I spent so long that I was the only one left in the shower area. I kept getting the feeling that the soap has not been completely rinsed off.
When I am finally done, everyone was waiting outside, on the verge of losing their patience, some were teasing me. While we were walking, I realized that I took about an hour to wash-up... No wonder they were loosing their patience... Haha.
This dream reminds me of this once when I asked them to wait for me so that we can go for dinner at NUS canteen together. I was, naturally, the last one. (The guys were really nice to wait.) We went to the canteen together, but I left early, without having dinner, to catch the bus...
Monday, September 29, 2008
Dreams Episode 21
Day of dream: last night
Setting: my aunt's house, a bigger, more luxurious version
This dream is about an attempt to hide a murder committed. Involves my cousins, Ting (my younger cousin), Wen (my elder cousin), and Jun (Wen's boyfriend).
Ting murdered Wen and drugged Jun. Ting is going to hide the body and frame Jun. With a big fanciful dining table set up, with sumptious food prepared by Wen, Ting placed Jun on a chair, with him sitting upright. She then placed a fork and a knife in Jun's hands. Placing the food nicely in front of Jun, Ting pushed Wen's body under the table, trying to make it appear as Jun had killed Wen while eating and had stuffed her under the table in attempt to hide her body in a hurry.
Ting then turned to me, who had been watching the whole thing, not knowing how to react, and warned me against speaking a word about this to anyone. Then my mom and my aunt returned...
I can't quite remember what happened next...
Jun woke up. The body was not under the table anymore. It has been moved upstairs. My aunt asked me where Wen is. Ting shot me a glance. I wanted everyone to know that Ting has killed Wen, yet I dare not tell...
Setting: my aunt's house, a bigger, more luxurious version
This dream is about an attempt to hide a murder committed. Involves my cousins, Ting (my younger cousin), Wen (my elder cousin), and Jun (Wen's boyfriend).
Ting murdered Wen and drugged Jun. Ting is going to hide the body and frame Jun. With a big fanciful dining table set up, with sumptious food prepared by Wen, Ting placed Jun on a chair, with him sitting upright. She then placed a fork and a knife in Jun's hands. Placing the food nicely in front of Jun, Ting pushed Wen's body under the table, trying to make it appear as Jun had killed Wen while eating and had stuffed her under the table in attempt to hide her body in a hurry.
Ting then turned to me, who had been watching the whole thing, not knowing how to react, and warned me against speaking a word about this to anyone. Then my mom and my aunt returned...
I can't quite remember what happened next...
Jun woke up. The body was not under the table anymore. It has been moved upstairs. My aunt asked me where Wen is. Ting shot me a glance. I wanted everyone to know that Ting has killed Wen, yet I dare not tell...
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Dreams Episode 20
Day of dream: a few nights ago
This is just weird...
I was hot, confident, young, with a career of my own, and married (I told you it's weird). My husband, who did not quite appear in my dream yet I knew him from my dream consciousness, was a relatively young, sucessful, good looking, and charming man.
This seemed like a perfect marriage, if we were married to only one spouse. I was not my husband's only wife. (Yea, why would I marry a polygamous man?!) He had an older wife as well. She was posh lady, who gave a impression of a woman with a strong character. Although our family had no children, we lived together in harmony. My sister-wife and I maitained a seemingly good relationship.
Yet that day, I found out that my husband was seeing another woman. I was angry. I did not want another sister-wife to share my husband (which brings us to the question of how I came join this family). I told my sister-wife about it, and suggested we sabotage them. The usually decisive elder wife became an uncertain scardy cat. Perhaps I mentioned something about murder? *shrugs* I was venting my angst, cutting up the one-seat couch with a knife...
Scary + werid dream...
Maybe that is how I would be if provoked? Perhaps it also reflected some of my thoughts and feelings as well.
Side note -- I think this dream may be influenced by one of the episodes of Pushing Daisies, where the guy have many wives living together in peace (seemingly).
This is just weird...
I was hot, confident, young, with a career of my own, and married (I told you it's weird). My husband, who did not quite appear in my dream yet I knew him from my dream consciousness, was a relatively young, sucessful, good looking, and charming man.
This seemed like a perfect marriage, if we were married to only one spouse. I was not my husband's only wife. (Yea, why would I marry a polygamous man?!) He had an older wife as well. She was posh lady, who gave a impression of a woman with a strong character. Although our family had no children, we lived together in harmony. My sister-wife and I maitained a seemingly good relationship.
Yet that day, I found out that my husband was seeing another woman. I was angry. I did not want another sister-wife to share my husband (which brings us to the question of how I came join this family). I told my sister-wife about it, and suggested we sabotage them. The usually decisive elder wife became an uncertain scardy cat. Perhaps I mentioned something about murder? *shrugs* I was venting my angst, cutting up the one-seat couch with a knife...
Scary + werid dream...
Maybe that is how I would be if provoked? Perhaps it also reflected some of my thoughts and feelings as well.
Side note -- I think this dream may be influenced by one of the episodes of Pushing Daisies, where the guy have many wives living together in peace (seemingly).
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Dreams Episode 19
Day of Dream: last night
Setting: no idea
It was after training. The canoe polo team, guys and girls and coach, were walking back (to no idea where) on a complex pedestrian network consisting of roads, escalators, and travellators. Everyone was walking and talking. Tingan, Yingzhen and Hengfoo did most of the talking. Cannot quite remember what they said. Some random stuff...
Some of the guys were on the travellators above us. Jehon decided to be an urban monkey, and swung off the travellator, attempting to jump on ours. While he was about to jump, I was about to be directly under his travellator. He tried to stop, but lost grip and fell, almost killing me...
The group continued moving. It started to drizzle. Hengfoo gathered us under a big green road sign post by the side od the complex pedestrian network. Everyone was seated, and he was giving out the year 4s' exercise books. Reading out the names off the exercise books, Hengfoo suddenly said "Tan-Li". Everyone, except for the pranker and those in the know, was left in a state of confusion. Yingzhen started laughing, finding the notion of having "Tan Li" among us extremely amusing. Laughter was infectious, and the year 6s laughed along.
Finally Xuan Hao and Tiong revealed that Tingan had changed the name on her excercise book earlier, attempting a prank on Hengfoo. Everyone was amused, and laughed. Hengfoo inlcluded, except he was about to start on a lecture again... haha
Personally, I find the random associations in this dream puzzling.
First, why do we use exercise books in canoe polo? Besides our school uses foolscap paper instead of exercise books for assignments.
Second, how is Tan Li related to canoe polo? Why did Tingan change it to "Tan Li" instead of some other name?
Sidenote: Many details might be missing, and the order might have been jumbled up too. However I do think the prank is funny.
Setting: no idea
It was after training. The canoe polo team, guys and girls and coach, were walking back (to no idea where) on a complex pedestrian network consisting of roads, escalators, and travellators. Everyone was walking and talking. Tingan, Yingzhen and Hengfoo did most of the talking. Cannot quite remember what they said. Some random stuff...
Some of the guys were on the travellators above us. Jehon decided to be an urban monkey, and swung off the travellator, attempting to jump on ours. While he was about to jump, I was about to be directly under his travellator. He tried to stop, but lost grip and fell, almost killing me...
The group continued moving. It started to drizzle. Hengfoo gathered us under a big green road sign post by the side od the complex pedestrian network. Everyone was seated, and he was giving out the year 4s' exercise books. Reading out the names off the exercise books, Hengfoo suddenly said "Tan-Li". Everyone, except for the pranker and those in the know, was left in a state of confusion. Yingzhen started laughing, finding the notion of having "Tan Li" among us extremely amusing. Laughter was infectious, and the year 6s laughed along.
Finally Xuan Hao and Tiong revealed that Tingan had changed the name on her excercise book earlier, attempting a prank on Hengfoo. Everyone was amused, and laughed. Hengfoo inlcluded, except he was about to start on a lecture again... haha
Personally, I find the random associations in this dream puzzling.
First, why do we use exercise books in canoe polo? Besides our school uses foolscap paper instead of exercise books for assignments.
Second, how is Tan Li related to canoe polo? Why did Tingan change it to "Tan Li" instead of some other name?
Sidenote: Many details might be missing, and the order might have been jumbled up too. However I do think the prank is funny.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Dreams Episode 18
Day of dream: a few nights ago
I have no idea where I was. No specific place really. This is a really random one...
Theophillus, a schoolmate/classmate of mine, has a younger sister (not in real life though), about 3 or 4 years old? And I think Theo, with his sister, and I kinda bumped into each other somewhere (along the corridor at some HDB flat?). So I kinda offered to babysit his sister for awhile. Well, actually, I think I insisted to babysit his sister so that I can play with her.
So I brought (kidnapped?) her to the living room that look nothing like a HDB living room. The room is spacious, with a simple-minimalist couch lining one wall, and a simple-minimalist coffee table slightly in front of the couch. To the right of the couch is a glass wall overlooking a sea with ruins along its shores. The glass wall has a full-lenght maroon velvet curtain hanging over it, and can be converted to a gigantic television. (<-- definitely not HDB) Theo's sister was quite an angel... for a while at least. Then the little angel fell (not literally) and became a devil incarnate. But I was stuck with that angel-turned-devil, so I had to entertain her. I turned on the television (the glass wall thing), but that was not enough for her. She insisted I play with her and give her candies, and was jumping around and clinging on to me. I was so exhausted after a while I was simply staring at the sea scene beyond the glass wall while Donald Duck played on the glass, in silent mode...
I have no idea where I was. No specific place really. This is a really random one...
Theophillus, a schoolmate/classmate of mine, has a younger sister (not in real life though), about 3 or 4 years old? And I think Theo, with his sister, and I kinda bumped into each other somewhere (along the corridor at some HDB flat?). So I kinda offered to babysit his sister for awhile. Well, actually, I think I insisted to babysit his sister so that I can play with her.
So I brought (kidnapped?) her to the living room that look nothing like a HDB living room. The room is spacious, with a simple-minimalist couch lining one wall, and a simple-minimalist coffee table slightly in front of the couch. To the right of the couch is a glass wall overlooking a sea with ruins along its shores. The glass wall has a full-lenght maroon velvet curtain hanging over it, and can be converted to a gigantic television. (<-- definitely not HDB) Theo's sister was quite an angel... for a while at least. Then the little angel fell (not literally) and became a devil incarnate. But I was stuck with that angel-turned-devil, so I had to entertain her. I turned on the television (the glass wall thing), but that was not enough for her. She insisted I play with her and give her candies, and was jumping around and clinging on to me. I was so exhausted after a while I was simply staring at the sea scene beyond the glass wall while Donald Duck played on the glass, in silent mode...
Dreams Episode 17
Day of dream: a few nights ago
Setting: Ministry of Education Co-curricular Activity Branch Swimming pool + Clinic (the one that I work at)
My finger got injured a few weeks ago, and is currently heavily bandaged. So I cannot go down int othe water to play. (Real life reflected in dream...)
There was a game that day, but with my injured finger, I cannot play. So I got there a little late to watch the game (no faults here, there is no obligation for me to be early since I am not playing). The game was starting. The weird thing is, the chasers, with Yingzhen representing our team, were in the baby pool.
The referee tossed the ball, and the chasers went for it. They both got onto land, very far away from the pool, yet they both looked comfortable manuevering their boats on land, and fought for the ball. Yingzhen did an impressive stern turn on land, her boat bent in the middle (without breaking of course... the boat is suddenly flexible!), with the stern on the ground and the bow pointing skywards (unless your boat is made of rubber, or you have no objection spending a few thousand dollars getting another boat, do not try it). The game soon proceeded to the main pool, where the games are usually held, in real life.
I had to go for work, so I left...
The next thing I know, I am at the clinic. However there were already two clinic assistants there, two guy clinic assistants, which the clinic does not hire in real life, yet I knew they were the our clinic assistants. I stood at one side, in the cramped space, and thought for awhile. Then did I realize that I did not have any work slot that day. So I called someone (can't remember who, someone in the canoe polo team) and told her, "Ahhh! I don't have work today! I could have stayed and finish watching the game! Bleh." (or something along those lines)
Setting: Ministry of Education Co-curricular Activity Branch Swimming pool + Clinic (the one that I work at)
My finger got injured a few weeks ago, and is currently heavily bandaged. So I cannot go down int othe water to play. (Real life reflected in dream...)
There was a game that day, but with my injured finger, I cannot play. So I got there a little late to watch the game (no faults here, there is no obligation for me to be early since I am not playing). The game was starting. The weird thing is, the chasers, with Yingzhen representing our team, were in the baby pool.
The referee tossed the ball, and the chasers went for it. They both got onto land, very far away from the pool, yet they both looked comfortable manuevering their boats on land, and fought for the ball. Yingzhen did an impressive stern turn on land, her boat bent in the middle (without breaking of course... the boat is suddenly flexible!), with the stern on the ground and the bow pointing skywards (unless your boat is made of rubber, or you have no objection spending a few thousand dollars getting another boat, do not try it). The game soon proceeded to the main pool, where the games are usually held, in real life.
I had to go for work, so I left...
The next thing I know, I am at the clinic. However there were already two clinic assistants there, two guy clinic assistants, which the clinic does not hire in real life, yet I knew they were the our clinic assistants. I stood at one side, in the cramped space, and thought for awhile. Then did I realize that I did not have any work slot that day. So I called someone (can't remember who, someone in the canoe polo team) and told her, "Ahhh! I don't have work today! I could have stayed and finish watching the game! Bleh." (or something along those lines)
Monday, July 28, 2008
Dreams (Grace's dream)
Grassy told me about the dream that she had last night. It amuses me to a large extent.
In her dream, we got Yingzhen a banana-chocolate cake for her birthday after pool training. Wee Chye decided to be funny and tried to smash the cake on Yingzhen's face... It failed and the cake fell into the pool. So there was no more cake. Ting An was crying. And Xuan Hao suggested that he would go to Clementi to get another cake. For some weird unknown reason, I ran with him (which is probably very fast since Xuan Hao is a fast runner) to Clementi to get a (pandan) cake for Yingzhen...
Now the shocking fact is that I hate running and would avoid it if there is even the slightest chance of doing so. The thing that amuses me the most is the (dreamy) fact that I ran from NUS pool to Clementi, to get a PANDAN CAKE! How un-worth-it is the running?!
Thank you Grace for having so much faith in me.
And hey Yingzhen, I did the thing that I dreaded most just to get you a cake!
In her dream, we got Yingzhen a banana-chocolate cake for her birthday after pool training. Wee Chye decided to be funny and tried to smash the cake on Yingzhen's face... It failed and the cake fell into the pool. So there was no more cake. Ting An was crying. And Xuan Hao suggested that he would go to Clementi to get another cake. For some weird unknown reason, I ran with him (which is probably very fast since Xuan Hao is a fast runner) to Clementi to get a (pandan) cake for Yingzhen...
Now the shocking fact is that I hate running and would avoid it if there is even the slightest chance of doing so. The thing that amuses me the most is the (dreamy) fact that I ran from NUS pool to Clementi, to get a PANDAN CAKE! How un-worth-it is the running?!
Thank you Grace for having so much faith in me.
And hey Yingzhen, I did the thing that I dreaded most just to get you a cake!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Dreams Episode 16
Day of dream: last night
Setting: A futuristic and dreamy place, covered mostly with clear, fresh water. It has a gigantic red dome somewhere.
It is a really cool place. The sky is blue and clear as water. The lush green grass was well trimmed. I cannot remember whether I was a citizen or simply a visitor. There was this really cool machine that you can use to fly and travel around the place. I went on one and took off, past the lush green pasture and came to a red dome.
The flying machine was tiny, about the size of a baby toy car. I felt as if I was falling off whenever I move. At the beginning, I kept going up, slowly. I did not know how to go down, to get closer to the water. I went on the second time, and finally figured out how to manuver it with slightly a little grace. I brushed past the great red dome and came to the great lake.
I got closer to the water, it was clear and reflective, reflecting the sky above. As I was only an amateur with that machine, I crashed into the water, drowning the machine. Slowly I swam to the nearest platform. It was a shrine built with milky-white polished marble. The combination of the cold marble surface and the warm sunrays on my skin was a great comfort to me. I lay there for a while, enjoying that feeling on my skin.
Opposite my marble slab was a little marble house on a bigger piece of marble slab. The priest lives there. There were many people there then, the priest, a young girl (the priest's daughter), a young man (possibly a suiter whom the daughter may be in love with, he has a well toned-body), and a bunch of old men (possibly the seniors of the community)
Can't remember the details, but my impression was that the suiter was sent to complete some challenge. It was as if the priest and the bunch of old men rejected him. The priest's daughter looked sad when the young man leave. Poor couple...
I think I remember me with a cake somewhere in that marble house...
Setting: A futuristic and dreamy place, covered mostly with clear, fresh water. It has a gigantic red dome somewhere.
It is a really cool place. The sky is blue and clear as water. The lush green grass was well trimmed. I cannot remember whether I was a citizen or simply a visitor. There was this really cool machine that you can use to fly and travel around the place. I went on one and took off, past the lush green pasture and came to a red dome.
The flying machine was tiny, about the size of a baby toy car. I felt as if I was falling off whenever I move. At the beginning, I kept going up, slowly. I did not know how to go down, to get closer to the water. I went on the second time, and finally figured out how to manuver it with slightly a little grace. I brushed past the great red dome and came to the great lake.
I got closer to the water, it was clear and reflective, reflecting the sky above. As I was only an amateur with that machine, I crashed into the water, drowning the machine. Slowly I swam to the nearest platform. It was a shrine built with milky-white polished marble. The combination of the cold marble surface and the warm sunrays on my skin was a great comfort to me. I lay there for a while, enjoying that feeling on my skin.
Opposite my marble slab was a little marble house on a bigger piece of marble slab. The priest lives there. There were many people there then, the priest, a young girl (the priest's daughter), a young man (possibly a suiter whom the daughter may be in love with, he has a well toned-body), and a bunch of old men (possibly the seniors of the community)
Can't remember the details, but my impression was that the suiter was sent to complete some challenge. It was as if the priest and the bunch of old men rejected him. The priest's daughter looked sad when the young man leave. Poor couple...
I think I remember me with a cake somewhere in that marble house...
Dreams Episode 15
Day of dream: last night
Setting: a theatre, with luxurious seats and a run-down backstage
Story:
The theatre looked fabulous -- luxurious seats, tasteful decoration, and enchanting lighting! It was a perfect setting for an interactive mystery play to be held. Even the backstage was filled with suspense. Yet unlike the gorgous audience space, the backstage was a mess. The grey concrete wall and floor minus a few degrees off the thermometer. The backstage excess looked unwelcoming. They seemed to be locked. Props and sets, broken or not, were left all over the place, leaving barely any walking space along the back of the age-yellowed backdrop.
The play we were holding was about a murder case, in which the audience were encouraged to take part in the play, as they each hold a decisive power over the verdict. The actors acted out scenes before and after the murder, and were allowed to move downstage to discretely convince the audience their own side of the story. There was lots of personal interaction between the actors and the audience, as some of the audience may hear from different actors.
I went onstage, acted out a scene with my fellow actors. And then I moved offstage to convince the front row of audience, delivering my story. At that point, I cannot distinguish between myself being an actor and the role I was playing.
After playing my part, I went backstage, and sat down on the foldable-plastic chair. After a second or two, I decided to walk about a little. I walked past the seemingly locked backstage door, and a man looked through it with angry eyes. He was tall and skinny. His skin was pale, as if the grey walls around him has dyed his cheeks to the same shade. The grey he was wearing made him looked more sickly. Yet his eyes burned with a fury that can no longer be contained.
Scared as I was, I walked past quickly. Yet the man was quick. He opened the door and came screaming at me, demanding my life. I had no where to run, but onto the stage. It was my co-actor turn to convince the audience downstage. Yet I interrupted, running offstage to lose the mad man, while going to the audince, pointing at the man and whispered, 'He wants to kill me. Somebody, help me! Please!' Nobody believed me of course. They, including my co-actor, thought it was part of the play, the surprise part. I was close to tears.
A detective, a well-dressed gentleman seated on the 5th row (approximately) noticed something was amissed, and helped me. He took me out of the theatre, trying to avoid the mad man. Yet the mad man caught sight of us. He did not dare to do much as the detective was with me.
However for a brilliant detective like him, he failed to lose the mad man. He drove me to the police station to make a report. Then he even led the mad man to where he would be 'keeping me safe'.
The detective knew that the mad man would attack me that night. So he hid me. The mad man came at night, quietly hunting for me...
What a weird dream...
Setting: a theatre, with luxurious seats and a run-down backstage
Story:
The theatre looked fabulous -- luxurious seats, tasteful decoration, and enchanting lighting! It was a perfect setting for an interactive mystery play to be held. Even the backstage was filled with suspense. Yet unlike the gorgous audience space, the backstage was a mess. The grey concrete wall and floor minus a few degrees off the thermometer. The backstage excess looked unwelcoming. They seemed to be locked. Props and sets, broken or not, were left all over the place, leaving barely any walking space along the back of the age-yellowed backdrop.
The play we were holding was about a murder case, in which the audience were encouraged to take part in the play, as they each hold a decisive power over the verdict. The actors acted out scenes before and after the murder, and were allowed to move downstage to discretely convince the audience their own side of the story. There was lots of personal interaction between the actors and the audience, as some of the audience may hear from different actors.
I went onstage, acted out a scene with my fellow actors. And then I moved offstage to convince the front row of audience, delivering my story. At that point, I cannot distinguish between myself being an actor and the role I was playing.
After playing my part, I went backstage, and sat down on the foldable-plastic chair. After a second or two, I decided to walk about a little. I walked past the seemingly locked backstage door, and a man looked through it with angry eyes. He was tall and skinny. His skin was pale, as if the grey walls around him has dyed his cheeks to the same shade. The grey he was wearing made him looked more sickly. Yet his eyes burned with a fury that can no longer be contained.
Scared as I was, I walked past quickly. Yet the man was quick. He opened the door and came screaming at me, demanding my life. I had no where to run, but onto the stage. It was my co-actor turn to convince the audience downstage. Yet I interrupted, running offstage to lose the mad man, while going to the audince, pointing at the man and whispered, 'He wants to kill me. Somebody, help me! Please!' Nobody believed me of course. They, including my co-actor, thought it was part of the play, the surprise part. I was close to tears.
A detective, a well-dressed gentleman seated on the 5th row (approximately) noticed something was amissed, and helped me. He took me out of the theatre, trying to avoid the mad man. Yet the mad man caught sight of us. He did not dare to do much as the detective was with me.
However for a brilliant detective like him, he failed to lose the mad man. He drove me to the police station to make a report. Then he even led the mad man to where he would be 'keeping me safe'.
The detective knew that the mad man would attack me that night. So he hid me. The mad man came at night, quietly hunting for me...
What a weird dream...
Monday, June 23, 2008
Teaching a child the concept of ZERO
It is a common believe that we learn math beginning with counting numbers, starting with the simplest 1, 2, 3, 4... It is said that the concept of zero come only much later. It is also believed that it is difficult to teach a child the concept of zero.
Now I present a solution to this problem. The solution will enable you to teach a young child (age 18 months and above), the concept of zero.
Suggested Materials
Candies / the child's favorite toy(s)
Steps:
1. Give the child one candy, and tell him/her that that is '1 candy'.
2. Give the child another candy, and tell him/her that that is '2 candies'.
3. Repeat the above steps until you or the child is happy. (It would be good if the child is holding on to some candies in his little fist.)
4. Now take away all the candies (by force, if you need to, that's how a child learn) and tell him/her that that is 'zero candy' (and laugh your evil laugh). (Note: Do not return him/her the candies.)
How simple can that be? Stop making things so complicated! ^^
Disclaimer:
No child is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Now I present a solution to this problem. The solution will enable you to teach a young child (age 18 months and above), the concept of zero.
Suggested Materials
Candies / the child's favorite toy(s)
Steps:
1. Give the child one candy, and tell him/her that that is '1 candy'.
2. Give the child another candy, and tell him/her that that is '2 candies'.
3. Repeat the above steps until you or the child is happy. (It would be good if the child is holding on to some candies in his little fist.)
4. Now take away all the candies (by force, if you need to, that's how a child learn) and tell him/her that that is 'zero candy' (and laugh your evil laugh). (Note: Do not return him/her the candies.)
How simple can that be? Stop making things so complicated! ^^
Disclaimer:
No child is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Dreams epdisode 13
Day of dream: A few days ago
Setting: A castle-like place, with many tastefully decorated rooms, Victorian style. One of the rooms is a small theatre, with rows of red cushioned seats, and decorations in gold. However rather than a stage, it has a huge aquarium, the size of a stage. It is practically a glassed-up stage, with red velvet curtains.
Story:
A few friends and I were exploring this castle. I can't remember how, but we ended up in this small theatre. The stage curtains were drawn. Out of curiousity, we opened it, and saw this gignatic octopus (large enough to fill up the entire tank). We stood for a moment, stunt. The octopus started tapping its tentacles hard against the glass of its prison. After a few taps, I realized that we were going to be in trouble, and screamed RUN! We swang the exit open and ran into the door opposite the theatre. Just a side-note, the corridor is really narrow for a castle with so many rooms.
We locked the door and braced ourselves. Then a crashing noise came, followed by a tiny flood of water from under the door. The monstrous octopus was out. For some reason, we decided that it is not safe in the room we were in. So we left the empty room and ran for the door on the right. That room was similarly empty. We stayed there for a while, decided it was not as safe, and ran back to the previous room...
Setting: A castle-like place, with many tastefully decorated rooms, Victorian style. One of the rooms is a small theatre, with rows of red cushioned seats, and decorations in gold. However rather than a stage, it has a huge aquarium, the size of a stage. It is practically a glassed-up stage, with red velvet curtains.
Story:
A few friends and I were exploring this castle. I can't remember how, but we ended up in this small theatre. The stage curtains were drawn. Out of curiousity, we opened it, and saw this gignatic octopus (large enough to fill up the entire tank). We stood for a moment, stunt. The octopus started tapping its tentacles hard against the glass of its prison. After a few taps, I realized that we were going to be in trouble, and screamed RUN! We swang the exit open and ran into the door opposite the theatre. Just a side-note, the corridor is really narrow for a castle with so many rooms.
We locked the door and braced ourselves. Then a crashing noise came, followed by a tiny flood of water from under the door. The monstrous octopus was out. For some reason, we decided that it is not safe in the room we were in. So we left the empty room and ran for the door on the right. That room was similarly empty. We stayed there for a while, decided it was not as safe, and ran back to the previous room...
Dreams Episode 12
Day of dream: approximately a week ago
Setting: NUS High School 5th floor
Story:
I was in the art studio, clearing my works and all. Don't quite remember the details, but I think it's almost the end of school. After clearing everything, I went out for a walk (still on the 5th floor). I kept walking until I reached the netball court (isn't suppose to be a very long distance), and sat down at the bench with a few friends.
Then there was this gigantic fly, about the size of a grown human. It was dying, or dead, can't be quite certain about it. I picked it up, it feels like a real fly (or what I thought a fly would feel like if you are able to hug it). It completely blocked my view. I think I might have wanted to let it fly. So I threw it off the 5th floor, and it glided down, attempting to flap its wings, but its body just seemed too heavy. After awhile, it splashed into the empty eco-pond. Then, I was certain it was dead.
I returned to the studio, stayed there for a while, and return to where I found the gigantic fly. Dr. Wong had decided to move her orchestral practice to the fifth floor. They were rehearsing for a performance for SIMC (Singapore International Mathematical Challenge) that is to be held in our school. For one reason or another, Dr. Wong asked me to join the cellist. A cello appeared out of nowhere... Then I decided I shall play the recorder instead. So I will be playing the main melody on recorder with one other person. And so the rehearsal continued on the 5th floor...
Setting: NUS High School 5th floor
Story:
I was in the art studio, clearing my works and all. Don't quite remember the details, but I think it's almost the end of school. After clearing everything, I went out for a walk (still on the 5th floor). I kept walking until I reached the netball court (isn't suppose to be a very long distance), and sat down at the bench with a few friends.
Then there was this gigantic fly, about the size of a grown human. It was dying, or dead, can't be quite certain about it. I picked it up, it feels like a real fly (or what I thought a fly would feel like if you are able to hug it). It completely blocked my view. I think I might have wanted to let it fly. So I threw it off the 5th floor, and it glided down, attempting to flap its wings, but its body just seemed too heavy. After awhile, it splashed into the empty eco-pond. Then, I was certain it was dead.
I returned to the studio, stayed there for a while, and return to where I found the gigantic fly. Dr. Wong had decided to move her orchestral practice to the fifth floor. They were rehearsing for a performance for SIMC (Singapore International Mathematical Challenge) that is to be held in our school. For one reason or another, Dr. Wong asked me to join the cellist. A cello appeared out of nowhere... Then I decided I shall play the recorder instead. So I will be playing the main melody on recorder with one other person. And so the rehearsal continued on the 5th floor...
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Dreams Episode 11
Day of dream: two nights ago
Setting: NUS High School
Story:
Not much of a story here... But it is a beautiful and blissful one! ^^
I finished my studio art pieces, done with them forever and ever. They had been moved to somewhere, and were no longer in the dirty and dusty studio. It was a day of joy and bliss.
I walked to the canteen. The area behind the theatrette, where the fitness corner is, was replaced by a hill. In my dream, I thought it had always been there, but nobody did anything to the plain old, muddy hill. But that day, the hill was planted with sunflowers. Those big ones that can turn the brown hill to a warm yellow. It was so beautiful, I ran into it and sat there, among the sunflowers, and felt bliss as I stare and did nothing more.
Note: I was trying to rush out art pieces and finish everything this week. Always, this dream came before the marked exam papers did.
Setting: NUS High School
Story:
Not much of a story here... But it is a beautiful and blissful one! ^^
I finished my studio art pieces, done with them forever and ever. They had been moved to somewhere, and were no longer in the dirty and dusty studio. It was a day of joy and bliss.
I walked to the canteen. The area behind the theatrette, where the fitness corner is, was replaced by a hill. In my dream, I thought it had always been there, but nobody did anything to the plain old, muddy hill. But that day, the hill was planted with sunflowers. Those big ones that can turn the brown hill to a warm yellow. It was so beautiful, I ran into it and sat there, among the sunflowers, and felt bliss as I stare and did nothing more.
Note: I was trying to rush out art pieces and finish everything this week. Always, this dream came before the marked exam papers did.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Dreams Episode 10
Day of dream: this afternoon
Setting: swimming pool
Story:
There was canoe polo training and I was slightly late. I arrived, seeing some new players who are joining us for fun, including Margaret, and Lynn. They, with Yingzhen and coach, were at the side of the pool where I came in from. They were just hanging around and seemed like they were practising rolling too (Yingzhen only). I asked them if they were. Yingzhen asked me to get into my boat in her cheeky tone.
While I was getting into my boat, coach asked me to take a ball and shoot, with Lian Han as the keeper, and Lian Han will try capping me. I was like okay, since I had been thinking about practising recovery. Got a ball, and sort of drove in. The next scene was a blur. I either got capped really hard, and managed to get up, with the ball still in my arms. Or my boat collided with something (probably the keeper) and I kinda had a concussion.
Anyway, I ended up on the other end of the pool, feeling quite faint (I have no idea how that can happen in a dream). Yingzhen got out of her boat and checked on me. After awhile, I recovered. Yingzhen told me that Fiona joined us then too. So I paddled/swam toward the group (every was there), found Fiona, and poked her...
Scene 2 --
After training, a friend and I decided to go swimming. My friend was swimming at the swallower end, while I plunged into the depper end, with my kayak. After swimming for awhile, I noticed the water level at the deeper end was dropping. It turned out that the depth of the pool was determined by steps, gigantic steps (the deepest end was really really deep). I had to climb the steps (without my kayak, thank goodness), to reach my friend and get out of the pool. It was difficult, but I kept climbing... Although I did not see myself reaching my friend or getting out of the pool.
Scene 3 --
A visual image of the design of the pool. The water for the pool came from the ceiling. It just so happened that I am in the water-pathway, when I was climbing. The pressure alone could have crushed my skull...
Setting: swimming pool
Story:
There was canoe polo training and I was slightly late. I arrived, seeing some new players who are joining us for fun, including Margaret, and Lynn. They, with Yingzhen and coach, were at the side of the pool where I came in from. They were just hanging around and seemed like they were practising rolling too (Yingzhen only). I asked them if they were. Yingzhen asked me to get into my boat in her cheeky tone.
While I was getting into my boat, coach asked me to take a ball and shoot, with Lian Han as the keeper, and Lian Han will try capping me. I was like okay, since I had been thinking about practising recovery. Got a ball, and sort of drove in. The next scene was a blur. I either got capped really hard, and managed to get up, with the ball still in my arms. Or my boat collided with something (probably the keeper) and I kinda had a concussion.
Anyway, I ended up on the other end of the pool, feeling quite faint (I have no idea how that can happen in a dream). Yingzhen got out of her boat and checked on me. After awhile, I recovered. Yingzhen told me that Fiona joined us then too. So I paddled/swam toward the group (every was there), found Fiona, and poked her...
Scene 2 --
After training, a friend and I decided to go swimming. My friend was swimming at the swallower end, while I plunged into the depper end, with my kayak. After swimming for awhile, I noticed the water level at the deeper end was dropping. It turned out that the depth of the pool was determined by steps, gigantic steps (the deepest end was really really deep). I had to climb the steps (without my kayak, thank goodness), to reach my friend and get out of the pool. It was difficult, but I kept climbing... Although I did not see myself reaching my friend or getting out of the pool.
Scene 3 --
A visual image of the design of the pool. The water for the pool came from the ceiling. It just so happened that I am in the water-pathway, when I was climbing. The pressure alone could have crushed my skull...
Monday, April 21, 2008
Torturing People Part 15
Plaster Facial
Suggested materials
1 pink fluffy couch-bed
Cleansing foam
Incense -- rose
Tissue paper
Plaster power
Water
Steps:
1. Convince your victim to lie down on the absolutely cozy pink fluffy couch-bed, which shouldn't be too hard. (If you fail this, you should really reconsider visitn this blog for tortures again.)
2. Brief your victim on the scheme: a unique facial. (whihc is true)
3. Cleanse your victim's face with cleansing foam.
4. Prepare the mask: Prepare a bowl of water, add plaster powder a little bit at a time, until saturation (plaster powder no longer sink).
5. Light the rose incense.
6. Place a layer of tissue on his/her face.
7. Gently apply the mask on your victim's face. Ensure that there is a layer of tissue between the skin and the plaster.
8. Leave it for 3 hours (the longer the better).
9. Remove mask, and convince your victim the dryness on the skin is the desired effect (which is true, for you, not your victim).
Note: The dry feeling your victim will feel is real. It's the itchy, dry, and I-don't-want-to-touch-it kind. It is REALLY subtle. ^^ But don't worry, it'll heal... in time...
Disclaimer
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Suggested materials
1 pink fluffy couch-bed
Cleansing foam
Incense -- rose
Tissue paper
Plaster power
Water
Steps:
1. Convince your victim to lie down on the absolutely cozy pink fluffy couch-bed, which shouldn't be too hard. (If you fail this, you should really reconsider visitn this blog for tortures again.)
2. Brief your victim on the scheme: a unique facial. (whihc is true)
3. Cleanse your victim's face with cleansing foam.
4. Prepare the mask: Prepare a bowl of water, add plaster powder a little bit at a time, until saturation (plaster powder no longer sink).
5. Light the rose incense.
6. Place a layer of tissue on his/her face.
7. Gently apply the mask on your victim's face. Ensure that there is a layer of tissue between the skin and the plaster.
8. Leave it for 3 hours (the longer the better).
9. Remove mask, and convince your victim the dryness on the skin is the desired effect (which is true, for you, not your victim).
Note: The dry feeling your victim will feel is real. It's the itchy, dry, and I-don't-want-to-touch-it kind. It is REALLY subtle. ^^ But don't worry, it'll heal... in time...
Disclaimer
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Dreams Episode 9
Day of dream: last night
Setting: Brent International School's swimming pool
Story:
It was suppose to be canoe polo training (because everyone, including coach, were there), but we don't have any canoe, or canoe polo balls. We were practicing swimming. That is not the weirdest thing, although we don't usually waste precious pool time on swimming, but it does help build our stamina. Anyway, the weirdest thing was that I was wearing a bikini (I don't have one at the time being, and I would NEVER wear it for 'heavy duty' like trainings and serious swimming). Okay the second weirdest was... Well... the top just slid off... (that was just PURE embarrassment) Anyway, the inside of the bikini is this horrible bright blue (triangles) and striking red (circles) DON'T ASK, which I personally feel, at that point of time, are two terrible colors and one horrifying color combination. And the worst thing was, I kinda jumped out of the pool without my top... Although nobody saw it (I think... I hope... Let's believe so).
Okay so much for the embarrassment and the worst parts of the dream... I got the top back on, and got out fo the pool. Everyone else (most of them anyway) were at the edge of the pool. I practiced my diving, but did this extra little flip (no jumping), and achieved the diving flip that I always wanted! (Which I think is the best part of this dream) Then my coach, who was at the edge of the pool as well, said that to do those fancy diving stunts, that was the way to do it, and I just have to add a little jump to it.
And that concludes this dream.
Setting: Brent International School's swimming pool
Story:
It was suppose to be canoe polo training (because everyone, including coach, were there), but we don't have any canoe, or canoe polo balls. We were practicing swimming. That is not the weirdest thing, although we don't usually waste precious pool time on swimming, but it does help build our stamina. Anyway, the weirdest thing was that I was wearing a bikini (I don't have one at the time being, and I would NEVER wear it for 'heavy duty' like trainings and serious swimming). Okay the second weirdest was... Well... the top just slid off... (that was just PURE embarrassment) Anyway, the inside of the bikini is this horrible bright blue (triangles) and striking red (circles) DON'T ASK, which I personally feel, at that point of time, are two terrible colors and one horrifying color combination. And the worst thing was, I kinda jumped out of the pool without my top... Although nobody saw it (I think... I hope... Let's believe so).
Okay so much for the embarrassment and the worst parts of the dream... I got the top back on, and got out fo the pool. Everyone else (most of them anyway) were at the edge of the pool. I practiced my diving, but did this extra little flip (no jumping), and achieved the diving flip that I always wanted! (Which I think is the best part of this dream) Then my coach, who was at the edge of the pool as well, said that to do those fancy diving stunts, that was the way to do it, and I just have to add a little jump to it.
And that concludes this dream.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Dreams Episode 8
Day of dream: last night
Setting: ice caves, Arctic
Story:
It was like a virtual television, showing Martin Mystery, and I am experiencing it too.
Martin was off on a mission to investigate a case at the Arctic. I was certain it was him because of his jacket. Anyway, it started off in an ice-cave, beside a water body (cold, obviously), and he had to dive into it. A certain species was dying off/disappearing mysteriously. So he dived in, with his jacket (I can feel the chill too), and swam (I have no idea how he managed to hold his breath for so long.
Suddenly there was a lady in diving gears swimming around, to see if there were any intruders. So Martin hid behind some rocks. When she was gone, he continued swimming. After awhile, another diver was swimming around, with this gear in his hand that can detect a human presence (by their auras?). I felt Martin's panicking as the diver swam closer...
The diver swam past, and Martin emerged from the bush of jellyfishes he was hiding in. I felt the texture on my skin, the milky-white jellyfish' soft cotton-like touch. And then disgust, when Martin realized that some of them seemed like they were rotting. Those 'rotting' ones were black, the leaking-crude-oil-kind of black.
Martin continued swimming, and reached this place where there were plenty of ice-columns. And there were quite a few people standing on each. These people were beautiful, at least they should be so once. Some of them looked a little wobbly, a little out of form, but their skins were really beautiful. Turned out they were made from the assemblage of the white jellyfishes.
There was a metal platform that seemed to connect to land above, and continuously produced the black jellyfishes, a few at a time. The black jellyfishes were strong, and they were feeding on/polluting the white jellyfishes. That was why the white-jellyfish-people were a little wobbly and out of shape, because they were infested with pollutants, and thus can no longer hold their shapes.
Somehow, they can teleport themselves to another part of the world if they wanted to, although most of them were reluctant, even when the black jellyfishes were already overpowering them. One jellyfish-man had to force-teleport another to save his life.
Well at least there was a happy ending, and I remembered it. ^^ The agency came in time, controlled the black jellyfishes, and caught the masterminds for the black jellyfish production. ^^
Setting: ice caves, Arctic
Story:
It was like a virtual television, showing Martin Mystery, and I am experiencing it too.
Martin was off on a mission to investigate a case at the Arctic. I was certain it was him because of his jacket. Anyway, it started off in an ice-cave, beside a water body (cold, obviously), and he had to dive into it. A certain species was dying off/disappearing mysteriously. So he dived in, with his jacket (I can feel the chill too), and swam (I have no idea how he managed to hold his breath for so long.
Suddenly there was a lady in diving gears swimming around, to see if there were any intruders. So Martin hid behind some rocks. When she was gone, he continued swimming. After awhile, another diver was swimming around, with this gear in his hand that can detect a human presence (by their auras?). I felt Martin's panicking as the diver swam closer...
The diver swam past, and Martin emerged from the bush of jellyfishes he was hiding in. I felt the texture on my skin, the milky-white jellyfish' soft cotton-like touch. And then disgust, when Martin realized that some of them seemed like they were rotting. Those 'rotting' ones were black, the leaking-crude-oil-kind of black.
Martin continued swimming, and reached this place where there were plenty of ice-columns. And there were quite a few people standing on each. These people were beautiful, at least they should be so once. Some of them looked a little wobbly, a little out of form, but their skins were really beautiful. Turned out they were made from the assemblage of the white jellyfishes.
There was a metal platform that seemed to connect to land above, and continuously produced the black jellyfishes, a few at a time. The black jellyfishes were strong, and they were feeding on/polluting the white jellyfishes. That was why the white-jellyfish-people were a little wobbly and out of shape, because they were infested with pollutants, and thus can no longer hold their shapes.
Somehow, they can teleport themselves to another part of the world if they wanted to, although most of them were reluctant, even when the black jellyfishes were already overpowering them. One jellyfish-man had to force-teleport another to save his life.
Well at least there was a happy ending, and I remembered it. ^^ The agency came in time, controlled the black jellyfishes, and caught the masterminds for the black jellyfish production. ^^
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Dreams Episode 7
Day of dream: last night
Setting: hotel + NUS High hostel hybrid
Story:
All I remember was my family and I were being held hostage by this terrorist (for some unknown reason) in a hotel room with two queen sized beds, and a window on the right. After awhile, the terrorist guy killed my family (I think he went crazy). He did not kill me, but continue to hold me as a hostage. I was terrified (I mean, who wouldn't be, after seeing your family killed in front of you, although I did not really 'see' it). I was tied up, with hands behind my back.Finally, the police found the terrorist and me, and they barged into the room (at this point, the corpses of my family were no longer around). The terrorist tried to slit my troat, but he did not, although I thought he could have killed me if he wanted to. Can't remember what happened to him...
Scene 2 -- I was rehabitating in my hostel room, which looks like a hotel room, with one queen sized bed, a desk, TV, fridge and all. The window is on the right, showing the school. I was on the bed, in a crouched position. Some bell rang. I was suppose to be in school to fill up the numbers for inviting some important guest, but I did not go. I merely looked out of my window. Then for some reason, I took a few stuff and went out of the door. The corridor was similar to that in a hotel, walled and carpetted. I think my room was weirdly positioned. My door was facing the row of rooms, 90 degrees to the other doors. I distinctly remember the doors for the row of rooms. Right at the end, furthest to mine, was Ms. Irene's, the cluster captain. The strange one is the door next to hers, it was smaller than the other doors, like a sub-door to the room next to Ms. Irene's...
That is all I can remember...
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Dreams Episode 6
Day of dream: last night
Setting: NUS High School grand stand/field
Story:
NUS High School was suppose to have this celebration thing, and I think we were suppose to be performing. So everybody got teamed up with another person to do a stunt (similar to what Nobel House Cheerleaders did in 2006 cheerleading competition). I got paired up with I-can't-remember-who, but because I was absent, I had no idea how to perform the stunt. I just knew that I was to be swung up (somehow) and end up resting on my partner's shoulder.
There is so much more to this deream, but I can't remember much....
Setting: NUS High School grand stand/field
Story:
NUS High School was suppose to have this celebration thing, and I think we were suppose to be performing. So everybody got teamed up with another person to do a stunt (similar to what Nobel House Cheerleaders did in 2006 cheerleading competition). I got paired up with I-can't-remember-who, but because I was absent, I had no idea how to perform the stunt. I just knew that I was to be swung up (somehow) and end up resting on my partner's shoulder.
There is so much more to this deream, but I can't remember much....
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Dreams Episode 5
Day of dream: two nights ago
Setting: a tunnel (a little cartoony)
Story:
Somehow, I ended up in a concrete tunnel, with two or three people. There were a niches along eah side of the tunnel. There was this particular niche sealed with a metal door. We explored every niche, and were especially intersted in the metal door, because it was locked.
The niches and the metal door seemed to have something to do with Zeus (the Greek god). Every niche holds an object that Zeus created, and hid form the evil forces. If whatever behind the metal door was released... (I have no idea what will happen either) ^^
Setting: a tunnel (a little cartoony)
Story:
Somehow, I ended up in a concrete tunnel, with two or three people. There were a niches along eah side of the tunnel. There was this particular niche sealed with a metal door. We explored every niche, and were especially intersted in the metal door, because it was locked.
The niches and the metal door seemed to have something to do with Zeus (the Greek god). Every niche holds an object that Zeus created, and hid form the evil forces. If whatever behind the metal door was released... (I have no idea what will happen either) ^^
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Torturing People Part 14
Ultimate Manicure
Suggested Materials
Nail filer
Cuticle remover
Sandpaper
Pen-knife
Note: This torture is NOT exclusively for ladies only.
Steps:
1. Make your victim comfortable. If that means using fluffy cushions, so be it. Tie him/her if necessary.
2. Start with the basics: file the nails.
3. Apply cuticle remover. (This step is crucial. It will make things easier for you later.)
4. Polish the nails with sandpaper. Polish until thickness of nails is halved.
5. With a pen-knife, smooth the nails by slicing it off layer by layer. Take your time as the nails get thinner.
6. Polish nails again with sandpaper.
Be careful to not cut into your victim's flesh. Be good to him/her. ^^
Note: Don't worry, nails will grow back too. ^^
Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Suggested Materials
Nail filer
Cuticle remover
Sandpaper
Pen-knife
Note: This torture is NOT exclusively for ladies only.
Steps:
1. Make your victim comfortable. If that means using fluffy cushions, so be it. Tie him/her if necessary.
2. Start with the basics: file the nails.
3. Apply cuticle remover. (This step is crucial. It will make things easier for you later.)
4. Polish the nails with sandpaper. Polish until thickness of nails is halved.
5. With a pen-knife, smooth the nails by slicing it off layer by layer. Take your time as the nails get thinner.
6. Polish nails again with sandpaper.
Be careful to not cut into your victim's flesh. Be good to him/her. ^^
Note: Don't worry, nails will grow back too. ^^
Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Dreams Episode 4
Day of dream: last night
Setting: NUS High hostel look-a-like+incomplete NUS High campus
Story:
This dream is kind of like my own version of the Heroes Season 2...
I was Claire Bennet, the cheerleader with the ability to spontanously regenerate. It was after Season 1, my family and I were going into hiding. For some reason, my dad decided that he would place me in hostel/boarding school.
After a few days, I got really sick of hiding and running away from the organization that was supposedly hunting me. I was curious about who I was, and my history. So I decided to get into the campus to retrieve information about myself. I waited for the right time.
Night befell, security cameras and lazer fences were up. To avoid detection, the optimal path would be to go through the long, dark narrow concrete path between the field and the bushes. (At this point, note that the landscape in my dream is not as complicated as real-life. The hostel and the campus were on the same level, instead of being on compounded levels.The track was replaced by a narrow concrete path on the side nearer to the church. And on the other side, it is replaced by a simple garden.) I remembered clearly that a few strands of golden hair got pulled off by the wind (yes, I was blonde).
Finally, I reached the safe shelter of the campus. It was made up of nothing more than pathways for wheels that zig-zaged upward. The fastest way to the top is to climb. I wanted to get to the top as fast as possible, as I thought they might soon find out that I was missing from my bed. I clambered and fell, but recovered quickly and continued. People, those with abilities like me and searching for answers, seemed to appear from nowhere, and started climbing with me as well. I was the first to reach the top. Peter Petrelli flew to the top, and vonlunteered to fly me to the other end of the white, empty campus, where the answers are. I put my arms around him, and we jumped. But he forgot how to fly, and fell, broke his neck, and died.
The world that we fell in seemed to be the same one, but different. Construction was going on, which was not there when I reached the campus. I was traumatized by Peter's death, and ran off to hide in a car nearby. Two ladies walked toward the car, discussing about the construction. The first lady entered the car, and noticed me... I think I killed her...
That was all I remembered...
Setting: NUS High hostel look-a-like+incomplete NUS High campus
Story:
This dream is kind of like my own version of the Heroes Season 2...
I was Claire Bennet, the cheerleader with the ability to spontanously regenerate. It was after Season 1, my family and I were going into hiding. For some reason, my dad decided that he would place me in hostel/boarding school.
After a few days, I got really sick of hiding and running away from the organization that was supposedly hunting me. I was curious about who I was, and my history. So I decided to get into the campus to retrieve information about myself. I waited for the right time.
Night befell, security cameras and lazer fences were up. To avoid detection, the optimal path would be to go through the long, dark narrow concrete path between the field and the bushes. (At this point, note that the landscape in my dream is not as complicated as real-life. The hostel and the campus were on the same level, instead of being on compounded levels.The track was replaced by a narrow concrete path on the side nearer to the church. And on the other side, it is replaced by a simple garden.) I remembered clearly that a few strands of golden hair got pulled off by the wind (yes, I was blonde).
Finally, I reached the safe shelter of the campus. It was made up of nothing more than pathways for wheels that zig-zaged upward. The fastest way to the top is to climb. I wanted to get to the top as fast as possible, as I thought they might soon find out that I was missing from my bed. I clambered and fell, but recovered quickly and continued. People, those with abilities like me and searching for answers, seemed to appear from nowhere, and started climbing with me as well. I was the first to reach the top. Peter Petrelli flew to the top, and vonlunteered to fly me to the other end of the white, empty campus, where the answers are. I put my arms around him, and we jumped. But he forgot how to fly, and fell, broke his neck, and died.
The world that we fell in seemed to be the same one, but different. Construction was going on, which was not there when I reached the campus. I was traumatized by Peter's death, and ran off to hide in a car nearby. Two ladies walked toward the car, discussing about the construction. The first lady entered the car, and noticed me... I think I killed her...
That was all I remembered...
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Dreams Episode 3
Day of dream: last night
Setting: somewhere near the beach in England
Story:
I dont quite remember how the dream began... What I remembered was that my family and I were living in Europe, we drove to a bus station in England and joined a bus tour. The tour took us to a really sceneric beach. We had some adventurous games there, including crossing the rushing water on narrow stone bridges. I was wearing my grey street jeans, and got it all wet. I completed the race before everyone else. Then I got to this watch tower and observe the race from there. For one reason or another, my teachers were there too. They were going through the race as well. A math teacher, Ms. Ching, cheated, running across the bridges.
I turned around, and found that my relatives from Johor Bahru, Malaysia, were there too...
After that, we took the bus back to the bus station. I thought that we should have more outing like that one, since it is convenient to drive there. My mum and I went shopping, and I found this gorgeous hair clip... More happened, I just cannot remember anymore.
For some reason, I know that it is England, thought I had only been there when I was really young. The place actually looked a little like Chinatown. Lolx
Setting: somewhere near the beach in England
Story:
I dont quite remember how the dream began... What I remembered was that my family and I were living in Europe, we drove to a bus station in England and joined a bus tour. The tour took us to a really sceneric beach. We had some adventurous games there, including crossing the rushing water on narrow stone bridges. I was wearing my grey street jeans, and got it all wet. I completed the race before everyone else. Then I got to this watch tower and observe the race from there. For one reason or another, my teachers were there too. They were going through the race as well. A math teacher, Ms. Ching, cheated, running across the bridges.
I turned around, and found that my relatives from Johor Bahru, Malaysia, were there too...
After that, we took the bus back to the bus station. I thought that we should have more outing like that one, since it is convenient to drive there. My mum and I went shopping, and I found this gorgeous hair clip... More happened, I just cannot remember anymore.
For some reason, I know that it is England, thought I had only been there when I was really young. The place actually looked a little like Chinatown. Lolx
Dreams Episode 2
Date of dream: yesterday
Setting: NUS High School hostel+track
Story:
For some reason, a friend (can't remember his name) and I caught a suspicious woman around his car. She placed 2 dolls, a boy and a girl, on his car's screen. She begged us not to turn her in, and told us that she only wanted her children to live. It turned out that she was dying, and so was her young son and her youngest little daughter. She wanted to make sure that her children live a healthy life before her time ends. Her husband, and son came to look for her, and she was full of joy when her son held her in his little hands and walked away.
My friend, let's call him Jason for now, thought about his little sister who died at a young age. He thought that parents only wanted their children to live safe, healthy, and happy, and perhaps that mother was just trying to do something for her children.
I went to look for more information about the mojo the mother was triffling with, and found it in an ancient magic book. It says that the curse can bring dead children back to life, and can ensure living ones a healthy live. Thinking it was a harmless curse, I tried it, with Jason, his younger brother, and his dead little sister, thinking that it would cheer him up.
I placed the dolls on the grand-stand and waited for Jason to come. He came, looking dejected. Before he could ask me what was going on, a bus drove in, and the driver got out of her seat. It was Jason's dead little sister. She ran toward Jason. They hugged. I stared at her, and fear creeped into me. She turned to me, calling me passionately. Fear finally escaped through my lips. I screamed, "You're not her!" Jason stared at me, and then at his sister, confused. The new sister look so much like Jason's sweet sister, indentical even. Yet I just know that she is not her. She had an evil aura. She grinned at me, and attacked me. I blocked it off. She ran out of the school. I chased after her. She was strong. After some action, I managed to de-demonize her by putting around her neck a necklace that Jason's sister held dear to.
Realizing that the curse went terribly wrong, I grabbed a few items from the hostel, including Jason's sweat-drenched PE t-shirt, and set off to look for Jason and his younger brother. I managed to put the stinking shirt on his younger brother and exorcized him. (Personally, I think the stink of the shirt is the key factor that kept the demon away. :p) I found Jason, but did not manage to exorcize him...
At some point of the dream, probably after exorcizing Jason's sister, I read through the ancient book again. It turned out that I merely scanned through it before performing the curse, without realizing that the curse would only work when a mother perform it on her children. The curse was invented by a shaman long ago, in attempt to saving his dying daughter. Finding that it works, he used it on other children as well, out of goodwill. Things went wrong in that village, and he had to set them right. Whether or not he succeed, I cannot remember...
Setting: NUS High School hostel+track
Story:
For some reason, a friend (can't remember his name) and I caught a suspicious woman around his car. She placed 2 dolls, a boy and a girl, on his car's screen. She begged us not to turn her in, and told us that she only wanted her children to live. It turned out that she was dying, and so was her young son and her youngest little daughter. She wanted to make sure that her children live a healthy life before her time ends. Her husband, and son came to look for her, and she was full of joy when her son held her in his little hands and walked away.
My friend, let's call him Jason for now, thought about his little sister who died at a young age. He thought that parents only wanted their children to live safe, healthy, and happy, and perhaps that mother was just trying to do something for her children.
I went to look for more information about the mojo the mother was triffling with, and found it in an ancient magic book. It says that the curse can bring dead children back to life, and can ensure living ones a healthy live. Thinking it was a harmless curse, I tried it, with Jason, his younger brother, and his dead little sister, thinking that it would cheer him up.
I placed the dolls on the grand-stand and waited for Jason to come. He came, looking dejected. Before he could ask me what was going on, a bus drove in, and the driver got out of her seat. It was Jason's dead little sister. She ran toward Jason. They hugged. I stared at her, and fear creeped into me. She turned to me, calling me passionately. Fear finally escaped through my lips. I screamed, "You're not her!" Jason stared at me, and then at his sister, confused. The new sister look so much like Jason's sweet sister, indentical even. Yet I just know that she is not her. She had an evil aura. She grinned at me, and attacked me. I blocked it off. She ran out of the school. I chased after her. She was strong. After some action, I managed to de-demonize her by putting around her neck a necklace that Jason's sister held dear to.
Realizing that the curse went terribly wrong, I grabbed a few items from the hostel, including Jason's sweat-drenched PE t-shirt, and set off to look for Jason and his younger brother. I managed to put the stinking shirt on his younger brother and exorcized him. (Personally, I think the stink of the shirt is the key factor that kept the demon away. :p) I found Jason, but did not manage to exorcize him...
At some point of the dream, probably after exorcizing Jason's sister, I read through the ancient book again. It turned out that I merely scanned through it before performing the curse, without realizing that the curse would only work when a mother perform it on her children. The curse was invented by a shaman long ago, in attempt to saving his dying daughter. Finding that it works, he used it on other children as well, out of goodwill. Things went wrong in that village, and he had to set them right. Whether or not he succeed, I cannot remember...
Dreams Episode 1
From now on, I shall add one more section to my blog, called Dreams. This would be a record of all the weird dreams that I had and can remember.
Date of dream: around the last week of February 2008
Setting:
NUS High School, lower level classrooms (although it doesn't look like it, now that I recall)
Story:
The year 6s are suppose to have some mass test or exam in a classroom that has somehow been extended by removing the partition. After the test/exam, I went out for a break alone, with my bag and all. For some reason, I didn't realize there's another test/exam, and I was the only year 6 wondering around the school compound. Then Mr. Ang, the discipline master, saw me and asked me why I was not taking the test, and gave me a detention for that.
That's not the end, for later, I argued with him to forget about the detention.
Date of dream: around the last week of February 2008
Setting:
NUS High School, lower level classrooms (although it doesn't look like it, now that I recall)
Story:
The year 6s are suppose to have some mass test or exam in a classroom that has somehow been extended by removing the partition. After the test/exam, I went out for a break alone, with my bag and all. For some reason, I didn't realize there's another test/exam, and I was the only year 6 wondering around the school compound. Then Mr. Ang, the discipline master, saw me and asked me why I was not taking the test, and gave me a detention for that.
That's not the end, for later, I argued with him to forget about the detention.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Record breaking!!
Last weekend was one with accomplishment. Not because I finished my homework (far from that in fact: 1 chemistry report, 3 math assignments, 1 english speech, and 2 mandarin speeches). I managed to find information on someone, whom I knew only by name, through the internet. Just to clarify, I wasn't stalking. I was merely doing a simple search on that person. You'll be surprised by the inforamtion you can get on the internet, which further convinces me that the internet is no place for privacy.
And yesterday, I broke my own record! I ran 7 laps in one day!!! It may not be much for people, but considering I hardly run my 2.4km every year (I ran and strolled, mostly the latter), which is 6 laps... I (slow) jogged 3 laps, rest, and slow jogged and leapt a quarter of the track each for the next 3 laps, and slow jogged the last lap.
Monday, 3rd March 2008: Karyen ran 7 laps in one day.
And yesterday, I broke my own record! I ran 7 laps in one day!!! It may not be much for people, but considering I hardly run my 2.4km every year (I ran and strolled, mostly the latter), which is 6 laps... I (slow) jogged 3 laps, rest, and slow jogged and leapt a quarter of the track each for the next 3 laps, and slow jogged the last lap.
Monday, 3rd March 2008: Karyen ran 7 laps in one day.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Torturing People Part 13
Skin-changing Spa
Suggested Materials
Body scrub (almond)
Rough sand
Tiny sharp particles
1 Pen-knife
1 Couch
Steps:
1. Get your victim to relax on the couch. Secure him/her just in case he/she moves too much. ^^
2. Gentle scrape the dead skin off with pen-knife.
3. Mix the body scrub with rough sand and tiny sharp particles. Apply it on your victim, and scrub dilligently. (make sure you're wearing protective gloves)
4. Scrape skin with pen-knife phase-2. Apply force depending on the level of your hatred for your victim.
5. If you hate your victim enough... Scrubbing phase-2. ;)
6. Enjoy his/her screams while scrubbing and scrapping.
Note: Don't worry, the skin will grow back. :p
Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Suggested Materials
Body scrub (almond)
Rough sand
Tiny sharp particles
1 Pen-knife
1 Couch
Steps:
1. Get your victim to relax on the couch. Secure him/her just in case he/she moves too much. ^^
2. Gentle scrape the dead skin off with pen-knife.
3. Mix the body scrub with rough sand and tiny sharp particles. Apply it on your victim, and scrub dilligently. (make sure you're wearing protective gloves)
4. Scrape skin with pen-knife phase-2. Apply force depending on the level of your hatred for your victim.
5. If you hate your victim enough... Scrubbing phase-2. ;)
6. Enjoy his/her screams while scrubbing and scrapping.
Note: Don't worry, the skin will grow back. :p
Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Torturing People Part 12
Moving Wall -- an illusion
Suggested materials
Black paint
1 Paint brush (medium size)
White paint (if the wall is not white)
Steps
1. Lure your victim out of his/her room, and get into it with the materials.
2. Clean your victim's room to ensure maximum wall exposure. Whitewash the wall if it is not already white.
3. Paint wavey lines systematically, ensuring equidistance from between lines. Fill the wall. (For reference, refer to Bridget Riley's works.
4. Allow your victim to return to his/her room.
5. Enjoy the effect from a distance. Get a fruit shake and some popcorn (optional).
Note: It will take some time for the wall to work.
Alternatives: Colors can be used as well. To create the "driving-people-nuts" effect, refer to Vassarely Riley's works.
Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Suggested materials
Black paint
1 Paint brush (medium size)
White paint (if the wall is not white)
Steps
1. Lure your victim out of his/her room, and get into it with the materials.
2. Clean your victim's room to ensure maximum wall exposure. Whitewash the wall if it is not already white.
3. Paint wavey lines systematically, ensuring equidistance from between lines. Fill the wall. (For reference, refer to Bridget Riley's works.
4. Allow your victim to return to his/her room.
5. Enjoy the effect from a distance. Get a fruit shake and some popcorn (optional).
Note: It will take some time for the wall to work.
Alternatives: Colors can be used as well. To create the "driving-people-nuts" effect, refer to Vassarely Riley's works.
Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Torturing People Part 11
Underwater balloon
Suggested materials
1. Weights
2. Buoyancy Control Device (BCD)
3. Air tanks
4. Deep water
5. and other diving equipments (for 2 divers)
Steps
1. Convince your victim and bring him to open water scuba diving. (make sure it's open water, you don't want you victim to trap and drown ^^)
2. Dive into water no less than 8metres deep.
3. At that depth, quickly inflate your victim's BCD. Ensure the inflater is out of your victim's grip.
4. Watch him/her bubble up to the surface.
Note: For really dramatic effect, go down to 30m or deeper, and increase your victim's bounyancy. He/she may just explode from the drastic change in pressure. ;)
Caution: This torture can really kill someone. Treat your victims well: don't kill them (too quickly).
Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
Suggested materials
1. Weights
2. Buoyancy Control Device (BCD)
3. Air tanks
4. Deep water
5. and other diving equipments (for 2 divers)
Steps
1. Convince your victim and bring him to open water scuba diving. (make sure it's open water, you don't want you victim to trap and drown ^^)
2. Dive into water no less than 8metres deep.
3. At that depth, quickly inflate your victim's BCD. Ensure the inflater is out of your victim's grip.
4. Watch him/her bubble up to the surface.
Note: For really dramatic effect, go down to 30m or deeper, and increase your victim's bounyancy. He/she may just explode from the drastic change in pressure. ;)
Caution: This torture can really kill someone. Treat your victims well: don't kill them (too quickly).
Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.
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