i have been having very strange dreams lately, of places i am so happy to be in, far away from land and sea, in mid-air even {hot air balloons + planes} but i wake up to find only myself still in the same place + time - quite a tricky situation.
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Had a dream about missing my flight again, why does this keep happening?
First though, it starts off military style with my boyfriend and i finding ourselves in a bad “Lost” situation. Kudos to my friend, Anais, who but just briefly spoke about it last night over dinner. By briefly, i mean all that was said was, “i stopped watching “Lost” after the first episode”.
We were stuck up on a hill, anxiety all real - i felt it right from the centre of my heart, beating quick paired with beaded sweat drippings all over my silly face. Some guys were about to find us ala “Black Diamond” now. We must’ve been in possession of something very valuable - slide back to the news which i saw earlier in the day about a very precious yellow diamond being auctioned at Sotheby’s in South Africa to an anonymous high roller. I wonder when i will ever get to be a bond girl.. for a day, i’m not sure i’d want to be part of the motley crew of rich people who party too hard - or not - who are just going to be boring, i don’t know.
Charging from the hilltop, past some grounds of orange soil, trudging through thick forests and just miraculously dodging every “bad guy” (as the movies might have it), we landed in the safe zone. Now, time to pack our bags cause “they” (the bad guys) don’t know we were skipping town - great plan!
We split ways into what seemed like a very posh hotel and i went for the bathroom. “The bad guys” still hot on my trail, i cleverly, like a clever espionage movie, pulled a fast one in the loo. I looked for a hotel laundry bag, swapped my things in there, changed my hair up a bit and suddenly just left the stall with a whole new look, it was a great moment in dream history. {Fireworks emoticon}
I’m beaming while i’m writing this by the way.
I left the building way before anyone could find the evidence in the loo and reached home safely. It was 2:30pm on the clock and from this point to the next, it was suddenly 2:53pm. It then struck me, “hold on, i need to pack for tokyo! (yes we booked a flight to tokyo, that’s our escape plan and once again, it is to tokyo)”
I frantically count the seconds i had, looking for a luggage and throwing everything in. My closet had grown a full walk-in size? Strange. I find myself thinking about texting for a cab and “what if i can’t get one immediately?”. Time was running out and i had to leave…
Then i woke up.
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I’ve begun a new stint at Singapore Press Holdings (SPH), the largest publication and print company in the island. Ironically, stationed to man the design and layout for Female:Brides. Oh! The jokes the gods play!
Maybe I’ve driven too far up the cherry hill of tassels, cupcakes and chiffon cause a wedding dream was playing at the drive-in!
A group of familiar friends were at an old warehouse that resembled my alma mater - my 10 year adventure with Paya Lebar Methodist Girl’s School. My bestfriend was floating about but the most significant was the carton of “no-way-in-hell-why-are-my-old-boyfriends-here” can of worms :s One was seated next to me while Brandon (current swing lol:) is reading out the plans he’s making for a really gaudy Chinese wedding procession! After which, we all left the building trying to cross a road.
While outside, I saw that Brandon’s old girlfriend was there too, in a Minnie mouse kind of get up, really odd, along with longer hair than usual. Next to her was a one half of Pocket Magic collective - Kurt. Then I awoke. Massive confusion!
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Went to bed after a really wonderful night, doing things i’ve never done before like a radio show on internet streaming! Played the latest episode of HBO’s “True Blood” series and fell asleep to dream about something absolutely off-context. I’m beginning to think dreams are god’s way of telling us silly jokes - supaa fun to think that way.
I’m standing in a girls bathroom, doesn’t feel like anywhere familiar. There is no hint of smell nor moment in my life i recognise. I’m just standing by the sink with the cubicles behind me. Then the climax of my dream reaches - a girl, average looking, no make up, Asian, comes out of her cubicle, washes her hands and leaves.
I then realise, “Hej! isn’t that Tao Okamoto?”
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Round cockroaches
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Last night i dreamt of round cockroaches. Three of them, big hissing disgusting sick sad things. Their shelled bodies patterned by brilliant brown stripes, scurrying about at the back of my backpack. I killed them all, that’s all to be said. I hate roaches, NO!
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Took too many naps today, felt like my head was dying to get some down-time, but i was unwilling to let it - there are just too many things to read/do/plan and do!
Scene begins at an airport, this has to be the fifth time in a week i’ve dreamt of this scenario. The airport isn’t local, but i’ve been here before. I deduced a blend of Charles de Gaulle and Changi International airport with the lights from Heathrow Terminal Five (YUCK).
My spirit was tense, it felt like i’d been pursuing something prior to this moment, but instead of panicking, all i did was find a line to the check-in counter and stood in it. I patiently await my turn for a question at the check-in. My mind was on overdrive, but my body refused to move.
Minutes later, i found myself in front of a booth that looked as if i was about to buy tickets to a movie. I kept telling the guy, “I’m really late, you won’t believe, could you get me to my plane please?” The guy didn’t budge, his back faced me. He took a wavering pivot while dialing a number on his cell phone, then finally responded, “You’re too late, you missed it, no really, you did” Completely confused, i reached my head to scratch it but instead, my fingers found themselves tugging at a chest atop the sill of this box office.
As i wrenched, the chest got heavier and heavier, too much for me to lift. Right then, a cat meows, it scratches at my feet. I bring a toe-kick upon it, jabbing it aside. I turned to look at him but lost my grip of the chest! It slides over the edge, crashes to the ground and with a whip of force, opens to divulge an assemblage of garments! More accurately, lingerie, the most pale and purest kind. I was stumped! I couldn’t move, buried in embarrassment, “Were those mine?” My heart croaked, i was convincing myself that they were. I took the pieces of nightclothes and sandwiched them in my blouse. Funnily, there was no prominence of what i’d done when i stood up - my mind lost in a treasury of emotion.
Then, i awoke. This dream lasted 9 minutes.
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I went to sleep from a long day and mind explosion, to reveal in my dreams scenes that felt so familiar yet i had never dreamt this way before.
Scene begins with an everlasting “bokeh” of different sources of entering light that intrude my vision. I panic thinking i had been blinded, took my fingers to my eyes and rubbed them continuously until what seemed to be glitter glazed my view with sparkles. It was the most entrancing.
I then awoke to find myself feeling spent and just overly thirsty, strange.
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I went to bed dreaming about this image incessantly, then woke up to find it on dublab.com.
It began from a tiny window of curtained hair or as fringe for the sill, my eyes got lost in each strand of sepia. I took to a gorgeous smell (yes, gorgeous, that’s exactly the word that came to me as i smelt it) and froze in disturbing familiarity, it kind of reminded me of my diminishing Issey Miyake fragrance, to which i love love love love, then at the left me with a scent of deep wanting to be away from where i was (i have no other way to describe it and yes, it was a sensation from smell)
I took off my coat, it was a perfect sepia. Then the shot backed out to reveal a strange caucasian body to which i do not own, and fearfully i kept thinking to myself, “what have i done?”, then i fell back to place and woke at 8.23am.
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The drowning in sea feeling
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Scene begins in the middle of a sea, it’s windy, a storm is brewing. I’m in a swimsuit (not any attention is paid on that or the idea if i’m even rocking it or not) seated on a high chair around an island tavern, the kind you find in a cheesy Las Vegas resort where the bar is in the middle of a pool. I scream into thin air as the bartender on the other end receives it (miraculously) and he begins making this drink. I look around, hair is soaked, nothing is dry in my perimeters and fondling my small tasseled bag, “hm, wet velvet”, i thought.
A conversation begins with me and these people who i should seem to know, in my mind, it is familiarity but in memory, i don’t think i actually knew these people. We discuss diving and the outcome of our last expedition; how it was also within tumultuous conditions, and someone beams a great idea of going in, “right immediately, now!”
The rush was real, the adrenaline was real, it kicked in and i took my gear as well and ran after the group, which consisted of 4 adults, one being my dad when he was 20 years younger and the others, some hairy-chested but good looking young Australian boys (don’t ask).
We dipped in and dived, as if we were out to surf rather than re-enact “10,000 Leagues” and off we went. The waves became unfriendlier, everything was soaked down by the rain - there’s a limit to just how much “wetness” a person can take at one time with only blinkers and no goggles to dodge the prodding raindrops with.
I dived right into sea, scooping cups of water from my hands to move forward but all i went was nowhere. I resurfaced, the corner of my eyes stinging from the salted water and as i arose, my eyes peeled open only find a magnitude of a maximum wave falling right to my face. My ears popped as the tidal strength tugged me down with the bass of bubbles gargling around my earlobes.
My skull felt thin as the ache from the crash breathed through, before i knew it, i rose to the surface only to find myself ashore on rough, mushy sand. I remained still, unable to move, but from the corners of my sore eyes, i saw my dad and how he fought off the other king-sized waves to brush me to safety as he went back in to find the rest of our team.
Then, i awoke.
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