Friday, April 07, 2006 .

Prelude


This was two nights ago. It began the first of what seems to be a series of dreams that appear to be strangely connected to my life. To say the least, it's like a vivid account of my parallel - a peek through the tear of time fabric.
As of most dreams, sequence of events and people involved are incoherent.


Episode 1


Not many people know that a while ago, JY, Kel, Xinyi and myself went off the road and ventured into the depths of Tyersall Ave where this lone magnificent house stood.
Episode 1 was set there.


JY and i were in this room of the house with framed pictures or certificates hung on the wall. Some were on the table and some had already fallen on the floor. It was mid day but the room was dark like how it would be before a thunder storm. A small window near the top of the wall tried to let light in but somehow the light fades into darkness inches from the window. Everything was grey. The walls were concrete and the surface was rough and unfinished, much unlike the rest of the house.
A female friend came in (i cant remember who she was but she definately wasn't Xinyi or Kel) with a magifying glass and started looking through it. When she came to the certificates or whatever they were, I felt this terrible urge to borrow her glass. She froze - gripped, the moment i took the glass. There were terribly scribbled writings beneath the pictures that you could only see with the lense, and though they were scribbled, they were neatly arranged in boxes and the boxes were continually shuffling.
I was trying to read the writings aloud and it suddenly occurred to us at once what they were. They were recorded dialogues of a possessed medium. Beneath all the framed articles were similar scribblings. My senses were at it's keenest, and no doubt at all that the hairs on the back of my neck were standing.


Before this room, we were walking around the house just like we did weeks ago in the Tyersall House. It's as if this part of the house, this part of the experience, was censored from our lives, and for good reason i might add.


Episode 2


I was at a park somewhere with an older friend (he doesnt have a face). It's kinda like Bishan Park, only much bigger and with little hills. There was a shop that sold food, but we decided to steal from the kitchen behind. It was damn cool sneaking in and being like super Level-99 Ninja. We stole hot dogs then ran away. On closer inspection before eating, i realised it was a boiled bull's penis. WOW. thanks alot man!
(but it's small, like a regualar hot dog, not the really huge bull's dick)
so we flung it into the pond.
- FLASH -
I was at this strip club with some people, much like the one at NZ, but somehow it was sleazy and dirty looking as if it were in Thailand. My friends and I were all given these VIP wrist bands and with that special privilege, we get to chill on the second floor WHERE IT'S EVEN SLEAZIER! It's so dirty looking you dare not sit on the chairs for fear of contracting some venereal disease.
There was something about the quality of light that seemed strange too. It was night, but the windows showed an evening hue behind the curtains, and stranger still, the room was dark despite the orange glow of the curtains.
The last i remember doing was wondering why we weren't made to pay entrance fees or for drinks (i know we all drank but have no recollection of taking a single sip).


Episode 3


This one is my favourite yet. I'm a superhero. Kinda like Superman but in a cooler black suit without a cape, and i'm also half vampire! How cool is that?!? Childish but i love it! This one is essentially about Superheros (who are the good guys) and demons and werewolves (who are the bad guys).
The Superhero Guild had a gathering to talk about this kid who is essentially werewolf but too young to be evil. He's also really smart. If you're trying to put a face to the kid, he looks like young Skywalker. That's how he looked in my dream. He's supposedly the one to "bring balance to the force".
Thinking about it, it's a rather boring dream cos all we did was talk in this chapel where we always gather. And all we talked about was that lame kid and how we should turn him to our side so we could "bring balance to the force". Actually after that dream, i'm not sure i wanna be a superhero anymore. Superheros are lame. They're kinda like the UN - always trying to save people, always getting caught in dilemmas, trying to take out bad guys, trying to be civilised about stuff. It sucks to be a superhero.




that sums up the series of dreams. i hope i dont get anymore of them cos it's seriously tiring. like my brain running in overtime. the first two dreams got me quite affected, like when i woke up at 4am after the Tyersall dream, i had to wrap myself tightly in my blanket in order to go back to sleep. The superhero dream was just dumb.

screaming infidelity at 11:29 AM
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