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...
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