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!
Monday, July 28, 2008
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...
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