Day of dream: last night
There was a beautiful kingdom, busy and bustling. The buildings were beautiful (actually I don't know much about that, but I assume they are), the clothes are beautiful, the people are beautiful (well groomed at the very least). It's a fairytale world, where soldiers guard the city on white steads. Yet something was more beautiful than the kingdom: the mansion standing in the middle of the woods. This was a mansion of exclusivity, for a manicurist, a man who referred to himself as the artist, lived there with his daughters. The mansion was built with white bricks, with many windows, and a fountain at the front (if I remember this correctly) to welcome his guests. The manicurist was devoted to his art, never leaving his mansion. But his nail-art was so popular that nobles, gentlemen and ladies alike, would pass the soldiers on the white steads, travel through the woods, to have their nails done.
One day, a lady with her lord, came to the mansion to do their nails. The lady had her face painted white, and her fair hair done up that doubled the length of her face, secured with ribbon pins that balanced her puffy grand dress. The lord was slightly round and red, presumably from the wine from the parties, dressed smartly in a swallow suit (I can't really remember what the lord look like...). With their nails done, they happily entered they black carriage drawn by elegant horses, and made their way toward the city through the woods.
Soon after, on the same day, they returned, looking wretched: hair out of place and dress torn. They were welcomed into the house. The nail-artist, upon seeing them, greeted them with warmth for he believed he had done the best nails on them. Holding his little brushes (pin-fine brushes), he wanted to see his art. He was shocked to find that his art disappeared from their nails. "But that was my finest art," he exclaimed (in a slight Italian accent) waving his brush around.
The nobles recounted the witch-tree/spirit living in the woods who demanded... (something, I can't remember it now) They can't return to the city and they cannot call for help, and can only wait for the dashing soldiers on the stead to come look for them when the city realized their absence.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Dream Episode - Marrying a mafia
Day of dream: a loooong time ago
[something happened, can't remember what]
I was in my room, a room very similar to mine in the National University of Ireland, Maynooth: a few stories up, small-ish, a bed, an ensuite bathroom-toilet, a window, a cabinet and everything in similar positions, except there was no desk.
It was the morning of my wedding day. My husband-to-be is rich, very rich. He had sort of a bad boy vibe. Truth is I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to marry him. He proposed and I simply agreed. (Was I fretting over my old issues again in my dream? Was that why he proposed, to help me out of my problem? Arhh...) I peeked out of the window. He hired a fully uniformed band to play this morning, outside my window. I was feeling sick in the stomach because I did not know whether I was doing the right thing. I was beginning to think that he was some mafia chief. That was one reason I was feeling sick. Otherwise, it was the questions that were going through my mind (not necessarily in the same words):
1. Do I love him?
2. If no, marrying him is so wrong!
3. If I do, and he's a mafia... That's terrible of me. What kind of person am I?
4. What kind of person will I become as a mafia wife?
5. What do I do after I get married? Sit around at home? I'll be so terribly bored.
6. Wait, I'll be rich. I can go shopping everyday! But that's my husband's money. I don't want to look like I married him just to spend his money!
6. Help my husband? But he's a mafia! What do I do? Start killing people and extorting money?
7. Oh no, he's rich. That money is made from killing men, poisoning children and breaking up families.
8. I can't spend that money.
9. What do I do after I marry him?
10. Should I even marry him?
11. Do I love him? If yes, then what kind of person does that make me?
I was left feeling sick thinking about those questions in circles until I woke from my dream...
[something happened, can't remember what]
I was in my room, a room very similar to mine in the National University of Ireland, Maynooth: a few stories up, small-ish, a bed, an ensuite bathroom-toilet, a window, a cabinet and everything in similar positions, except there was no desk.
It was the morning of my wedding day. My husband-to-be is rich, very rich. He had sort of a bad boy vibe. Truth is I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to marry him. He proposed and I simply agreed. (Was I fretting over my old issues again in my dream? Was that why he proposed, to help me out of my problem? Arhh...) I peeked out of the window. He hired a fully uniformed band to play this morning, outside my window. I was feeling sick in the stomach because I did not know whether I was doing the right thing. I was beginning to think that he was some mafia chief. That was one reason I was feeling sick. Otherwise, it was the questions that were going through my mind (not necessarily in the same words):
1. Do I love him?
2. If no, marrying him is so wrong!
3. If I do, and he's a mafia... That's terrible of me. What kind of person am I?
4. What kind of person will I become as a mafia wife?
5. What do I do after I get married? Sit around at home? I'll be so terribly bored.
6. Wait, I'll be rich. I can go shopping everyday! But that's my husband's money. I don't want to look like I married him just to spend his money!
6. Help my husband? But he's a mafia! What do I do? Start killing people and extorting money?
7. Oh no, he's rich. That money is made from killing men, poisoning children and breaking up families.
8. I can't spend that money.
9. What do I do after I marry him?
10. Should I even marry him?
11. Do I love him? If yes, then what kind of person does that make me?
I was left feeling sick thinking about those questions in circles until I woke from my dream...
Dream Episode - Ghost ride
Day of dream: a loooong time ago (I really have to start recording them immediately)
There was a house, famous of its haunting. It possibly belonged to a family of miners. The story of their lives and their deaths were not clear. Despite that, the tourism that it attracts soon built itself around the house. The industry itself was huge, almost like the shopping street in Disneyland, with the house being part of the attraction. It was so commercialized that the menace that the house once had could only be found in traces.
I was walking down the main street of the place, holding a little boy in one hand. We were going to rent a pair of boots so that we can enter the attraction. Then I saw them, among the crowd, a father, a mother and a daughter. They were dirty and rough, and were walking towards me and my little boy. Nobody else saw them, nobody else felt them. But I could. I knew they were looking for their little boy. I knew what was coming. I knew they will mistake my little boy for theirs. I tried to stay calm. As they approached, I held my little boy's hand tighter, stared straight ahead and walked through them.
Upon passing us, they startled, and turned around immediately. I knew that they have thought my little boy was theirs. They want him. They followed us. I wasn't scared, I just wanted to help them. I went to the boot rental. After a short line, it was my turn. I walked up to the counter, pass the boots that I was holding (yea, I was holding a little boy and now it was a pair of boots), and told the guy behind the counter, "I think these boots are haunted." (Yup, I've completely forgot about the little boy. Where did the boots come from anyway?) Only the ghost father was with me at this moment (maybe the mother and the sister ghosts kidnapped my little boy?). The boot guy directed me to the cafe right next door, saying that the boss is psychic and deals with the supernatural.
Wanting to help the ghosts find peace, I walked next door and told them that I thought the boots were haunted, and that I wanted to help the ghosts. The bouncer-looking cafe guy (tan with dark hair and a nice smile) asked me to go outside and go up the stairs behind the doors that says "Authorized Persons Only." I went out as I was told, and opened the door. In the middle of the stairs, there was a string curtain that extends to the floor. The cafe guy and a psychic-looking women drew the curtain and invited me in. I walked up the stairs...
There was a house, famous of its haunting. It possibly belonged to a family of miners. The story of their lives and their deaths were not clear. Despite that, the tourism that it attracts soon built itself around the house. The industry itself was huge, almost like the shopping street in Disneyland, with the house being part of the attraction. It was so commercialized that the menace that the house once had could only be found in traces.
I was walking down the main street of the place, holding a little boy in one hand. We were going to rent a pair of boots so that we can enter the attraction. Then I saw them, among the crowd, a father, a mother and a daughter. They were dirty and rough, and were walking towards me and my little boy. Nobody else saw them, nobody else felt them. But I could. I knew they were looking for their little boy. I knew what was coming. I knew they will mistake my little boy for theirs. I tried to stay calm. As they approached, I held my little boy's hand tighter, stared straight ahead and walked through them.
Upon passing us, they startled, and turned around immediately. I knew that they have thought my little boy was theirs. They want him. They followed us. I wasn't scared, I just wanted to help them. I went to the boot rental. After a short line, it was my turn. I walked up to the counter, pass the boots that I was holding (yea, I was holding a little boy and now it was a pair of boots), and told the guy behind the counter, "I think these boots are haunted." (Yup, I've completely forgot about the little boy. Where did the boots come from anyway?) Only the ghost father was with me at this moment (maybe the mother and the sister ghosts kidnapped my little boy?). The boot guy directed me to the cafe right next door, saying that the boss is psychic and deals with the supernatural.
Wanting to help the ghosts find peace, I walked next door and told them that I thought the boots were haunted, and that I wanted to help the ghosts. The bouncer-looking cafe guy (tan with dark hair and a nice smile) asked me to go outside and go up the stairs behind the doors that says "Authorized Persons Only." I went out as I was told, and opened the door. In the middle of the stairs, there was a string curtain that extends to the floor. The cafe guy and a psychic-looking women drew the curtain and invited me in. I walked up the stairs...
Monday, August 30, 2010
Dream Episode (I've lost count) - Potential marriage. Monster-in-law. Cold cold room...
Day of dream: a looooong time ago
I was at my fiance's house, having a pleasant afternoon with my mother-in-law to-be. Though I wasn't quite talking to my mother-in-law (to-be) in person. I was sitting in a simple wooden chair, having sort of a video conference with her - through a black cat... Her (female human) assistants, about two to six of them, were with her. They were wearing black dress suits.
My mother-in-law to-be asked me if I was learning the things that I have to learn to be a daughter of the family. I must have said I have not completed my "trainings," either that or I was not doing to well in them. My mother-in-law - or the cat rather - seemed annoyed with me. I felt like a child being reprimanded. She then had to attend another meeting, and strode out with her assistants, after commanding me to show myself out as usual.
My mother-in-law to-be's house had always made me feel the need to obey. Although this time, I felt rebellious. I was walking through the narrow corridors of the Japanese-styled house toward the exit. Instead of turning at where the door is, I stopped one turn prior... I had never explored the house before. The aunt was in the kitchen at the other end of the house. I checked to make sure she wasn't looking, then made my way up the short steps up the stairs.
The second floor wasn't high at all. It seemed more like the half storey. I slid the paper-screen door open, and found myself staring at silhoutes of bodies lying in rows on bamboo-lined raised platform, leaving a narrow walkway on the side against the wall. The bodies were wrapped in clean white cloth. The ancestors of the family were remembered, and always given a place in the house...
The aunt called out to check that I've found my way to the exit. I quickly slid the screen-door shut, not feeling too comfortable with the dead, and hid on the steps...
Feel: the house reminds me of the Winchester's Mystery House in California, except there's a Japanese flavour to it. There was even a beautiful color-glass window on the steps that I ascended...
I was at my fiance's house, having a pleasant afternoon with my mother-in-law to-be. Though I wasn't quite talking to my mother-in-law (to-be) in person. I was sitting in a simple wooden chair, having sort of a video conference with her - through a black cat... Her (female human) assistants, about two to six of them, were with her. They were wearing black dress suits.
My mother-in-law to-be asked me if I was learning the things that I have to learn to be a daughter of the family. I must have said I have not completed my "trainings," either that or I was not doing to well in them. My mother-in-law - or the cat rather - seemed annoyed with me. I felt like a child being reprimanded. She then had to attend another meeting, and strode out with her assistants, after commanding me to show myself out as usual.
My mother-in-law to-be's house had always made me feel the need to obey. Although this time, I felt rebellious. I was walking through the narrow corridors of the Japanese-styled house toward the exit. Instead of turning at where the door is, I stopped one turn prior... I had never explored the house before. The aunt was in the kitchen at the other end of the house. I checked to make sure she wasn't looking, then made my way up the short steps up the stairs.
The second floor wasn't high at all. It seemed more like the half storey. I slid the paper-screen door open, and found myself staring at silhoutes of bodies lying in rows on bamboo-lined raised platform, leaving a narrow walkway on the side against the wall. The bodies were wrapped in clean white cloth. The ancestors of the family were remembered, and always given a place in the house...
The aunt called out to check that I've found my way to the exit. I quickly slid the screen-door shut, not feeling too comfortable with the dead, and hid on the steps...
Feel: the house reminds me of the Winchester's Mystery House in California, except there's a Japanese flavour to it. There was even a beautiful color-glass window on the steps that I ascended...
Friday, April 23, 2010
Dream episode
Day of dream: this afternoon
My family and I seemed to be traveling. I sensed there was a lot of tension going on between me and my dad. I was playfully teasing my brother, and my dad was not happy about it. He was accusing me of being a bitter person and trying to boost my self-esteem by belittling others.
We were on the road, and it was snowing heavily. So we stopped, at this place where it seemed like a newly abandoned indoor skiing place, with natural snow (don't ask me how). The corners and edges still had some snow on them. The parts that are not covered with snow are baring concrete. There was little snow at the end of the slopes to cushion any brave skier.
I playfully teased my brother into rolling down the snow. We picked the gentlest slope, the one closest to the entrances, and started tumbling down. The way down was slow. We had to stand and restart multiple times, but we really enjoyed rolling in the snow.
When we got to the bottom of the slopes, my dad, still on the slopes making his way down, was again reprimanding me for being a selfish person for putting both me and my brother in danger. At this point, I was feeling like a very bad person. I argued, taking the stand that I understand it is perfectly safe and nobody got injured and we actually had fun. However before I can bring up the "fun" element, my dad, to my horror, decided to exagerate what we did to state his point. He came down really fast, almost hit a cardboard-polar bear, did a mid-air summersault. Just when we was about to hit head-first on the concrete ground, he landed awkwardly but safely on his feet (as if some mysterious force changed his course).
I was furious! I screamed at him, walking back and forth between the carboard-bear and to him, and demonstrating how close he came to making his brains into pudding. He agreed that he was acting like a jerk. And we began to wonder what had made him change his course. It felt supernatural. We agreed, and decided to leave.
Just then, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my mom in a half-trans state. She was reaching out... to a ghost! I shouted and dashed toward my mom to stop her. The spirit was a ghost of a wealthy woman (who owned the indoor ski place?), and was bounded to the place by her wealth. Apparently she was not happy about it, and wanted to trade places with my mom (partly because she fell in love at first sight with my handsome dad). She promised my mom wealth, but my mom was not aware that she would be trapped. All my mom had to do was take the ghost's clutch.
(Backtrack) So while my dad and I were arguing, my mom, in her semi-trans state, almost took the clutch. But right at that moment, my dad almost crashed his skull on the concrete floor. The ghost turned from her "mission" and saved my dad.
(Back to the regular timeflow) We told her that she can't do that. And she was gone. My mom took the clutch (without trading place with the ghost). We hurriedly left the place with the money in the clutch. (I grabbed my ALDO heels and tried to put it in my purse so that I can take my other two pairs of shoes.)
Note: The wealthy ghost was not scary at all. In fact, I remember feeling comfortable with her. On the other hand, my family is strangely uncomfortable, with little morals and sense of justice. This family is very different from my family in real life.
My family and I seemed to be traveling. I sensed there was a lot of tension going on between me and my dad. I was playfully teasing my brother, and my dad was not happy about it. He was accusing me of being a bitter person and trying to boost my self-esteem by belittling others.
We were on the road, and it was snowing heavily. So we stopped, at this place where it seemed like a newly abandoned indoor skiing place, with natural snow (don't ask me how). The corners and edges still had some snow on them. The parts that are not covered with snow are baring concrete. There was little snow at the end of the slopes to cushion any brave skier.
I playfully teased my brother into rolling down the snow. We picked the gentlest slope, the one closest to the entrances, and started tumbling down. The way down was slow. We had to stand and restart multiple times, but we really enjoyed rolling in the snow.
When we got to the bottom of the slopes, my dad, still on the slopes making his way down, was again reprimanding me for being a selfish person for putting both me and my brother in danger. At this point, I was feeling like a very bad person. I argued, taking the stand that I understand it is perfectly safe and nobody got injured and we actually had fun. However before I can bring up the "fun" element, my dad, to my horror, decided to exagerate what we did to state his point. He came down really fast, almost hit a cardboard-polar bear, did a mid-air summersault. Just when we was about to hit head-first on the concrete ground, he landed awkwardly but safely on his feet (as if some mysterious force changed his course).
I was furious! I screamed at him, walking back and forth between the carboard-bear and to him, and demonstrating how close he came to making his brains into pudding. He agreed that he was acting like a jerk. And we began to wonder what had made him change his course. It felt supernatural. We agreed, and decided to leave.
Just then, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my mom in a half-trans state. She was reaching out... to a ghost! I shouted and dashed toward my mom to stop her. The spirit was a ghost of a wealthy woman (who owned the indoor ski place?), and was bounded to the place by her wealth. Apparently she was not happy about it, and wanted to trade places with my mom (partly because she fell in love at first sight with my handsome dad). She promised my mom wealth, but my mom was not aware that she would be trapped. All my mom had to do was take the ghost's clutch.
(Backtrack) So while my dad and I were arguing, my mom, in her semi-trans state, almost took the clutch. But right at that moment, my dad almost crashed his skull on the concrete floor. The ghost turned from her "mission" and saved my dad.
(Back to the regular timeflow) We told her that she can't do that. And she was gone. My mom took the clutch (without trading place with the ghost). We hurriedly left the place with the money in the clutch. (I grabbed my ALDO heels and tried to put it in my purse so that I can take my other two pairs of shoes.)
Note: The wealthy ghost was not scary at all. In fact, I remember feeling comfortable with her. On the other hand, my family is strangely uncomfortable, with little morals and sense of justice. This family is very different from my family in real life.
Monday, March 15, 2010
You know you're in college when...
1. ...every noun can be used as a verb and/or an adjective.
2. ...you are willing to trek across campus in painful high heels on weekend nights.
(more to come)
2. ...you are willing to trek across campus in painful high heels on weekend nights.
(more to come)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Dream episode
Day of dream: This morning
I was at University of Dayton, but not quite. I thought it was UD, but it doesn't look anything like UD when I come to think about it now. The weather was good. It was sunny and warm-ish (relatively to Ohio weather). I was walking around campus, at a beautifully maintained garden (a little Greek god-ish). I had walked there many times. Yet today, I noticed that there was a building behind the bushes. A humble, but beautiful greek structure. It was as if the bushes had cleared the way to invite people in. I was curious. I couldn't believe I had missed such a beauty when I had walked by that place so many times.
There was a sign stating that there is an event going on (I didn't see the words, or I don't remember seeing the words no the board), with an arrow at the bottom indicating the location of the event. I walked toward the building, excited by the beauty of it, and also the event that I don't know about.
The interior was not as graceful as the exterior of the structure had demonstrated. It was small and crampy. There were several booths in there, about ten. They lined closed to one another. People were having trouble manuovering, even though the crowd was not thick. The atmosphere was one of an abandoned hall that was used because other locations were not available. I walked about the booths anyway. They are mostly about children education, with colorful toys and equipment to excite the young minds. While the hall was stuffy, the people there brought some life into it.
For one reason or another, NUS High School sent students to present some of their math ideas too. I recognized them by their school uniform. I was amused, and no doubt excited seeing my juniors here, where I least expected them to be. They did not share the same enthusiasm in the fair.
I moved around until the fair was dispersing. I volunteered to tidy up the place. I was alone there with another lady, who feels like a close aunt. The lady and I walked into an office, there were stuffed animals in there. I picked up the stuffed chicken. While I was looking at it, I had allowed its claws to touch my palm. I shiverred and dared not move. The lady took the chicken from me and examined it. Then she took another stuffed animal and tore it open by the neck. Then we heard footsteps. Without a second thought, I closed the door, leaving a small gap open. The man of the place asked me what was going on, he said that I was acting suspiciously, closing the door. (I don't even know why I did it. It is suspicious indeed.) I was scared. I stared out at him, and his eyes looked evil...
I woke. I remember very little. There were children around. Colors, toys, laughter. Orphans. I tried to remember the lady who was with me, my aunt. I asked the adults where she is. Everyone ignored me, thinking I am taking child talk. I was desperate. Then the evil man stood in front of me, with a gentle smile but evil eyes, daring me to ask the question again...
I was at University of Dayton, but not quite. I thought it was UD, but it doesn't look anything like UD when I come to think about it now. The weather was good. It was sunny and warm-ish (relatively to Ohio weather). I was walking around campus, at a beautifully maintained garden (a little Greek god-ish). I had walked there many times. Yet today, I noticed that there was a building behind the bushes. A humble, but beautiful greek structure. It was as if the bushes had cleared the way to invite people in. I was curious. I couldn't believe I had missed such a beauty when I had walked by that place so many times.
There was a sign stating that there is an event going on (I didn't see the words, or I don't remember seeing the words no the board), with an arrow at the bottom indicating the location of the event. I walked toward the building, excited by the beauty of it, and also the event that I don't know about.
The interior was not as graceful as the exterior of the structure had demonstrated. It was small and crampy. There were several booths in there, about ten. They lined closed to one another. People were having trouble manuovering, even though the crowd was not thick. The atmosphere was one of an abandoned hall that was used because other locations were not available. I walked about the booths anyway. They are mostly about children education, with colorful toys and equipment to excite the young minds. While the hall was stuffy, the people there brought some life into it.
For one reason or another, NUS High School sent students to present some of their math ideas too. I recognized them by their school uniform. I was amused, and no doubt excited seeing my juniors here, where I least expected them to be. They did not share the same enthusiasm in the fair.
I moved around until the fair was dispersing. I volunteered to tidy up the place. I was alone there with another lady, who feels like a close aunt. The lady and I walked into an office, there were stuffed animals in there. I picked up the stuffed chicken. While I was looking at it, I had allowed its claws to touch my palm. I shiverred and dared not move. The lady took the chicken from me and examined it. Then she took another stuffed animal and tore it open by the neck. Then we heard footsteps. Without a second thought, I closed the door, leaving a small gap open. The man of the place asked me what was going on, he said that I was acting suspiciously, closing the door. (I don't even know why I did it. It is suspicious indeed.) I was scared. I stared out at him, and his eyes looked evil...
I woke. I remember very little. There were children around. Colors, toys, laughter. Orphans. I tried to remember the lady who was with me, my aunt. I asked the adults where she is. Everyone ignored me, thinking I am taking child talk. I was desperate. Then the evil man stood in front of me, with a gentle smile but evil eyes, daring me to ask the question again...
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Dreams Episode 30
Day of dream: this afternoon
Setting: airport-like place
Very confusing relationships...
I had a tiff with my husband (played by 郑炳辉). He was sort-of a bad guy, hot, chauvenistic, cared for me, a very loving husband in general, but he did bad things in his business. I felt repulsed by him, yet he loved me. I was one or two-months pregnant...
Anyway I was at the airport (I have no idea how I ended up there, and I don't think it was arrival or departure either), and I was in a bad mood (probably from my real-life tiff with my parents). My husband's brothers came to fetch me, his elder brother driving, and his younger brother in the passenger's seat. The elder brother can seldom make up his mind, and often does what he was told to do. The younger one was a adorable, carefree guy.
I took the back seat. And chatted with them. I was glad my husband could not make it to fetch me. I soon found out that he would be coming later, and was rather disappointed. The elder brother wanted to get something from the bookstore (weird...). The younger brother, noticing my gloom, asked the elder brother if he would find some joke-books to "cure" me (he was being soooo sweet). I decided that I would use the toilet, and excused myself.
While I was in the toilet, I had thoughts of "escaping" from my husband, wanting to avoid him. When I was leaving the toilet, I saw him approaching the vehicle. I ran back into the toilet and hid there. I was there for quite awhile. I thought about our marriage, about how much I loved him and yet repulsed him for all the bad things that he did. I thought about our baby growing in my tummy, and about our family...
I must have stayed in there for quite a while. He came looking for me. I wanted to hide from him. So I hid in the cubicle (a large comfortable one). Then I started bleeding... I was scared. I knew how much he cared about the baby. I wanted so much to see him, to run into his arms, for him to protect me and our baby, he would know what to do. Yet I also wished to avoid him, I didn't even know if I still want to baby...
Setting: airport-like place
Very confusing relationships...
I had a tiff with my husband (played by 郑炳辉). He was sort-of a bad guy, hot, chauvenistic, cared for me, a very loving husband in general, but he did bad things in his business. I felt repulsed by him, yet he loved me. I was one or two-months pregnant...
Anyway I was at the airport (I have no idea how I ended up there, and I don't think it was arrival or departure either), and I was in a bad mood (probably from my real-life tiff with my parents). My husband's brothers came to fetch me, his elder brother driving, and his younger brother in the passenger's seat. The elder brother can seldom make up his mind, and often does what he was told to do. The younger one was a adorable, carefree guy.
I took the back seat. And chatted with them. I was glad my husband could not make it to fetch me. I soon found out that he would be coming later, and was rather disappointed. The elder brother wanted to get something from the bookstore (weird...). The younger brother, noticing my gloom, asked the elder brother if he would find some joke-books to "cure" me (he was being soooo sweet). I decided that I would use the toilet, and excused myself.
While I was in the toilet, I had thoughts of "escaping" from my husband, wanting to avoid him. When I was leaving the toilet, I saw him approaching the vehicle. I ran back into the toilet and hid there. I was there for quite awhile. I thought about our marriage, about how much I loved him and yet repulsed him for all the bad things that he did. I thought about our baby growing in my tummy, and about our family...
I must have stayed in there for quite a while. He came looking for me. I wanted to hide from him. So I hid in the cubicle (a large comfortable one). Then I started bleeding... I was scared. I knew how much he cared about the baby. I wanted so much to see him, to run into his arms, for him to protect me and our baby, he would know what to do. Yet I also wished to avoid him, I didn't even know if I still want to baby...
Dreams Episode 29
Day of dream: many many nights ago
Setting: A row of rundown shop-houses
This is a story that reminds me of Hansel and Gretel... So for convenience sake, we'll call the brother Hansel and the (younger) sister Gretel.
Among the rows of rundown shop-houses, there was a particular house, where Hansel and Gretel lived. They did not go to school, but played all day while their father went to work and their mother do the chores.
There were very little people living in that area, especially no families. But thank goodness Hansel and Gretel have each other, and their imagination and taste for adventure. Next to their humble home lived a middle-aged spinster. She was a lean woman, who always wore robes that swept the floor. She kept a garden with queer vegetables, and had deliveries in boxes every week.
Hansel and Gretel were intimidated by their neighbor. But curiousity would put them behind their door, observing their neighbor from the distant. They were convinced she was a witch.
There is where I came in. I can barely remember how I get into the picture. I was exploring the area, the row of shop-houses just before where the siblings lived. It was the next alley, where the back of the next row of shop-houses are. The second shop-house had a short staircase leading up to a locked metal panel door. I found out that the hinge with the lock can be forced out, since the plaster around the hinge was worn.
One day, Hansel and Gretel decided to be adventurous and to explore their neighbor's place. Somehow I am convinced that a wizard living nearby tricked them into getting something for him. Well the siblings snuck in her house, and was found out. We tried running away. I brought them to where the locked metal panel door can be forced open. We clamberred up the stairs and through the door, and closed it behind us. I sat by the door, panting for breath. The magician in his clumsy robes beside me, and Hansel sat opposite me next to the closed door.
I watched the witch passed by, and returned to her house when she failed to find us. That was when Hansel noticed that Gretel was not with us. "The witch must have taken her," he exclaimed, "we must save her."
I said, "No way I am going back there." The magician was not willing either. Hansel wanted so much to save his sister. The magician thought it was a bad idea, since the witch needs the sacrifice of both a little boy and a little girl for her magic to work, and killing Gretel without her brother would not help in her magic. But Hansel feared for his sister's life (actually I think I remember something along the lines of Hansel fearing that he would not be able to answer to his parents...)
Despite the magician's protests, Hansel squirmed out of our tiny shared space, to save Gretel...
Setting: A row of rundown shop-houses
This is a story that reminds me of Hansel and Gretel... So for convenience sake, we'll call the brother Hansel and the (younger) sister Gretel.
Among the rows of rundown shop-houses, there was a particular house, where Hansel and Gretel lived. They did not go to school, but played all day while their father went to work and their mother do the chores.
There were very little people living in that area, especially no families. But thank goodness Hansel and Gretel have each other, and their imagination and taste for adventure. Next to their humble home lived a middle-aged spinster. She was a lean woman, who always wore robes that swept the floor. She kept a garden with queer vegetables, and had deliveries in boxes every week.
Hansel and Gretel were intimidated by their neighbor. But curiousity would put them behind their door, observing their neighbor from the distant. They were convinced she was a witch.
There is where I came in. I can barely remember how I get into the picture. I was exploring the area, the row of shop-houses just before where the siblings lived. It was the next alley, where the back of the next row of shop-houses are. The second shop-house had a short staircase leading up to a locked metal panel door. I found out that the hinge with the lock can be forced out, since the plaster around the hinge was worn.
One day, Hansel and Gretel decided to be adventurous and to explore their neighbor's place. Somehow I am convinced that a wizard living nearby tricked them into getting something for him. Well the siblings snuck in her house, and was found out. We tried running away. I brought them to where the locked metal panel door can be forced open. We clamberred up the stairs and through the door, and closed it behind us. I sat by the door, panting for breath. The magician in his clumsy robes beside me, and Hansel sat opposite me next to the closed door.
I watched the witch passed by, and returned to her house when she failed to find us. That was when Hansel noticed that Gretel was not with us. "The witch must have taken her," he exclaimed, "we must save her."
I said, "No way I am going back there." The magician was not willing either. Hansel wanted so much to save his sister. The magician thought it was a bad idea, since the witch needs the sacrifice of both a little boy and a little girl for her magic to work, and killing Gretel without her brother would not help in her magic. But Hansel feared for his sister's life (actually I think I remember something along the lines of Hansel fearing that he would not be able to answer to his parents...)
Despite the magician's protests, Hansel squirmed out of our tiny shared space, to save Gretel...
Saturday, April 25, 2009
A New Wish List
A list of things that I want to do, preferbly before school starts...
1. Learn sign language
2. Learn Latin
3. Read more books, magazines
4. Clean my room and throw out stuff that I don't "love"
5. Dance -- already taking up Lyrical Jazz
6. Take up singing
7. Check out on ACManiacs and see if there's any hope of bringing it back to life again, and set to it
8. Learn to cook, starting with pasta, and fried eggs...
9. Bake for my lovely canoe polo juniors
10. Go cable-skiing
11. Go wakeboarding -- probably joining a one-day class in May
12. Scuba diving trip -- need to save up enough for this
13. Bungee-jumping, then sky-diving
14. Go travelling in the middle-east (I have always been intrigued by it)
And more....
1. Learn sign language
2. Learn Latin
3. Read more books, magazines
4. Clean my room and throw out stuff that I don't "love"
5. Dance -- already taking up Lyrical Jazz
6. Take up singing
7. Check out on ACManiacs and see if there's any hope of bringing it back to life again, and set to it
8. Learn to cook, starting with pasta, and fried eggs...
9. Bake for my lovely canoe polo juniors
10. Go cable-skiing
11. Go wakeboarding -- probably joining a one-day class in May
12. Scuba diving trip -- need to save up enough for this
13. Bungee-jumping, then sky-diving
14. Go travelling in the middle-east (I have always been intrigued by it)
And more....
Friday, January 09, 2009
Dreams Episode 28
Day of dream: last night
Setting: A castle-cottage hybrid
This story may seem a little weird, with Harry Potter characters, and Pusing Daisies twist. The story, as usual, may not make sense at all... I'd admit, it is weird.
I glanced at the walls, and wonder if they only appeared grey and brownish because I am dreaming. The empty vault reflected how cold it would be if it weren't for the layers of Harry Potter robes I was wearing. I was wearing Harry Potter black robes, completed with a crest! They did make me feel fatter. But most importantly, they make me feel like Harry Potter. Was I him? Who exactly am I. Wait I see a boy with silver hair. I guess that must me Malfoy. There seemed to be an arguement. I can't quite remember what it was about now...
Malfoy stormed out. I could see him from the outside. He was furious. Turning to the list of plaque with the long list of principles' names engraved in wooden plates throughout history, he tore some of them out, and ran off. The people in the office came after him, and realized the missing plates from the plaque. Malfoy was terrified. (Suddenly I was in front of him) I urged him to discard the plates. He threw some of the window, but kept some in hope of who-knows-what. We continued running, and the threw the plates into a corner, the corner with two doors that lead to my room and Ron's room respectively. The plates *magically* stuck themselves to Ron's door, like metal to magnet.
Those people with authority caught up, and intended to find out who took the plates from the plaque. They found them on Ron's room, and insisted that Ron was the culprit. I was devasted, wanting to tell the truth, yet I promised Malfoy to keep my mouth shut. I tried to buy time. Pacing forward and backward... Trying to dissuade them into believing that Ron is behind the missing plates.
Those people with authority were discussing, and seems to think that a dead person who came back walking, also known as the un-dead, might be behind this. It was true that an un-dead was around, and at that moment, they were trying to figure out who that might be. I stared out of the window that leads to a beautiful garden, thinking hard. Then something caught my eye. A young lady in a retro dress (the kind of nice dresses that you'll find in Pushing Daisies) was rinsing herself hard at the tap. I turned around and said, "Look that woman there is rinsing herself so hard, and why would that be? Perhaps she was trying to rinse off her decaying smell so that bugs and worms would not feed on her. She is the one you're looking for!"
Setting: A castle-cottage hybrid
This story may seem a little weird, with Harry Potter characters, and Pusing Daisies twist. The story, as usual, may not make sense at all... I'd admit, it is weird.
I glanced at the walls, and wonder if they only appeared grey and brownish because I am dreaming. The empty vault reflected how cold it would be if it weren't for the layers of Harry Potter robes I was wearing. I was wearing Harry Potter black robes, completed with a crest! They did make me feel fatter. But most importantly, they make me feel like Harry Potter. Was I him? Who exactly am I. Wait I see a boy with silver hair. I guess that must me Malfoy. There seemed to be an arguement. I can't quite remember what it was about now...
Malfoy stormed out. I could see him from the outside. He was furious. Turning to the list of plaque with the long list of principles' names engraved in wooden plates throughout history, he tore some of them out, and ran off. The people in the office came after him, and realized the missing plates from the plaque. Malfoy was terrified. (Suddenly I was in front of him) I urged him to discard the plates. He threw some of the window, but kept some in hope of who-knows-what. We continued running, and the threw the plates into a corner, the corner with two doors that lead to my room and Ron's room respectively. The plates *magically* stuck themselves to Ron's door, like metal to magnet.
Those people with authority caught up, and intended to find out who took the plates from the plaque. They found them on Ron's room, and insisted that Ron was the culprit. I was devasted, wanting to tell the truth, yet I promised Malfoy to keep my mouth shut. I tried to buy time. Pacing forward and backward... Trying to dissuade them into believing that Ron is behind the missing plates.
Those people with authority were discussing, and seems to think that a dead person who came back walking, also known as the un-dead, might be behind this. It was true that an un-dead was around, and at that moment, they were trying to figure out who that might be. I stared out of the window that leads to a beautiful garden, thinking hard. Then something caught my eye. A young lady in a retro dress (the kind of nice dresses that you'll find in Pushing Daisies) was rinsing herself hard at the tap. I turned around and said, "Look that woman there is rinsing herself so hard, and why would that be? Perhaps she was trying to rinse off her decaying smell so that bugs and worms would not feed on her. She is the one you're looking for!"
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Dreams Episode 27
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...
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...
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).
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