The traffic police is chasing our car!
This dream was before the office lady dream.
MC was driving her car and she was reversing on a road which she shouldn’t be doing. Then we saw from the rear mirror the traffic police was approaching our car.
“MC, traffic police” I said.
“Shit, I think they gonna give me a ticket!” she said, and she started to accelerate. I could see the traffic police coming after us.
“MC, maybe we should just stop?”
“MC, MC, stop, they probably gonna think we’re criminals and shoot!”
“MC…are u listening…stop!”
She wasn’t responding. Her face was emotionless.
All of the sudden I was so confused. I started to wonder if I AM the driver and not her and I need to stop the car right away. I couldn’t think straight. I was too confused and afraid that the police gonna shoot us any minute.
“This gotta be a dream, WAKE UP!” I told myself.
And I woke up. I’m still not sure who was behind the wheel.
Lady at the corridor
I don’t usually dream about ghost but last night it happened.
I was at the classroom corridor, walking towards my classroom. The surrounding was rather dark, like a 2-3pm on a rainy day. When I was finally in my classroom, nobody was there yet. Maybe it’s recess.
Then I heard someone walking at the corridor, getting closer to the classroom. I can hear the sound of her heels, getting louder and clearer. So I looked out of the window and saw someone with long hair, dressed like an office lady walking pass slowly. But I can’t see her face, and I didn’t have a good feeling on what is about to happen.
Then she stopped, my eyes were still on her, and she farking turned!
I woke up to find my heart beating like i just ran up the Mount Kinabalu. So I still don’t know her face and whether she’s a real person or from another dimension.
What’s eating me recently?
It’s been a while.
I’ve had many weird dreams, the weirdest would be the sea expidition trip where I had to go to this secret underwater place through, guess what, A SQUAT TOILET! And I remembered the guide warned us to lookout for EXIT 27 during the trip back cos we would be very miserable if we missed it.
I also dreamt that I had a big fight with my sister whom in reality, I am not really talking to her because there’re things she did and continue doing (that some might think is really petty) that makes me feel uncomfortable. It all started when she brought home a parasite and I dread to go back to the home I once missed a lot.
It may seem like the parasite is the cause for my misery but honestly I think I am my own misery. I thought about evil plans to make the parasite feel unwanted but I didn’t really carry out any except ignoring its existence.
Or I can try to give charity and allow shelter for the parasite though I don’t want to. It’s a lot easier if the parasite decided or have to crawl back to its nest far far away but life is never that expected.
I wanna make peace but I don’t wanna make peace. I think the conflict is with myself, not the parasite, not my sister, which is why I wanted badly but couldn’t share this with my best friend whom I shared almost everything.
It’s my birthday tomorrow. Can evil wish come true without penalty?
Cell 52
I am reading MAYADA, DAUGHTER OF IRAQ now. It’s about a woman’s survival in Saddam Hussein’s Torture Jail. Man this is really a very very very very WRONG book to read before you sleep!
Yea, you guessed it. NIGHTMARE!!!
I was with my second sister when we approached the jail reception (if there’s such thing), asking for permission to visit my eldest sister who was held in the jail. I assumed the Indian lady at the reception had not eaten for a year because despite the number of times we asked her about my eldest sis she continued to finish her rice before attending to us. So with her extremely bo-gam-wan face, she stepped out of the counter and directed us to the corridor.
The lights were dimmed, the doors were orange.
My sister was locked up in CELL 52. (You will know why if you read the book.)
There were 2 layers of doors to each cell, and we had to walk up a step at the second door. The empty cell was extremely small, smaller than a public toilet booth. It is so small that one has to curl up like a shrimp to sleep on the floor.
The Indian lady left, giving us some private time with my eldest sister. So she’s not so evil after all. Maybe she needed the job to feed her kids, even if it requires her to ignore her conscious.
My eldest sister was terribly frightened and she hadn’t slept in days. We tried to calm her down so she could get some sleep, but she kept saying she heard voices of men saying there will be an execution soon.
Nothing can be more heart wrenching than to see your own family member suffering.
I’m so glad that it’s just a bad dream. Maybe the book is not the actual culprit to my nightmare. Maybe it’s my guilty conscience. That I complained to my best friend so much about my sister when I am the one in denial, thinking I’ve contributed so much but in actual fact, I was merely a selfish sister.
My Clinic Encounter(s)
Another weird dream.
Went to the clinic to get medications for my running nose and cough. Below is the conversation between me (M) and the nurse (N):
M: “Can you give me good antibiotics? I need to recover fast before next Tuesday cos my dad is going for his kidney transplant, and if I’m sick I cannot see him in the hospital.”
N: “Okay. So your mum is going for a kidney transplant?”
M: “No, my dad.”
N: “I see, your mum is getting a transplant.”
M: “Not my mum, MY DAD is getting a transplant.”
N: “But you said your mum.”
M: “No, I said my dad.”
N: “I see, so your grandpa is getting a transplant.”
M thinking “@#%&!$%” and said “so can I get the antibiotics?”
N: “so when is your grandpa’s operation?”
M: “MY DAD IS GETTING THE TRANSPLANT, not my mum, not my grandpa!”
N: “But you said you grandpa!”
M: “No I didnt! I said MY DAD, whom my MUM married to, IS GOING FOR THE TRASNPLANT. Can I get the antibiotics now?”
N: “OH! I get it now.”
M thinking “finally” while N prepared the antibiotics. And when she handed me the meds,
N: “So your mum married your dad, and now your grandpa is getting a transplant.”
M took meds and left. Which part of “My dad is getting a transplant” she can’t understand, for crying out loud???!!!!
This is so far the most frustrating conversation I had, in my dream.
By the way, I am really having running nose and my dad is really getting his kidney transplant next Tuesday. I really need to get well. So this morning, I went to the in plant clinic for real.
N: “Employee ID?”
M: “81****”
N handed me paper and pen, and said:”Write down your full name, and department name.”
M: “Wokay.”
N: “Oh address also.”
M: “Har, why?”
Kepo sitting near the nurse’s desk laughed HAHAHAHA. (Funny meh?)
N: “The doctor needs the address.”
M: “But why?”
Kepo laughed again. (stop laughing la, kepo!)
N ignored me.
I have to confess and said: “But I forgot my address.”
Kepo laughed again (Geez!)
N: “It’s ok, just write anything, to keep the doctor happy.”
So I obeyed and wrote down the name of the apartment. I am not even sure if I gave the correct block number.
And the doctor later talked to me like I’m a kid.
D: “Open your mouth and say AAAH.”
M opened my mouth (only kids say AH la come on).
D: “Say AAAH.”
M opened my mouth bigger.
D: “Say AAAH.”
M thinking WTF and said “ah”.
D: “Say AAAH”.
Fine, M: “AAAAAAAHHHHH”.
D: “ok, now let me listen to your lungs” and proceed to put her stethoscope on my back.
D: “T-A-R-I-K N-A-A-A-F-A-S”. I inhaled and hold my breath until she finished saying the two words (which took her about 5 secs), and just when I wanted to exhale she repeated “T-A-R-I-K N-A-A-A-F-A-S”. Whoa, can die man! I was panting for breath like as though I just ran up the KLCC tower!
OK here’s the abrupt ending to my story. Bye.
Marching (again)
LOL!!! Can you believe I dreamt that I was in a marching practise, with A PAPAYA and a PENCIL in my hands????!!!!
Even my dream is so not glam lar!!!
Aiyo I think I’m going crazy!!!!!!!
I call her MAMA
I was watching Project Runway season 3 on tv before I went to bed last nite, and Ivanka was one of the panel judge. So I had a dream about her.
It was lunch break, another girl and I were in the pantry chit chating while Ivanka walked in with this really eye catchy pink dress, big shoulder pad, plenty of sequins, beads and embroidery. I must say there were way too many things going on in that dress. You know, like those in Dynasty or Dallas!
dynasty
“Hey have you been using your mommy’s lipstick?” I asked. (Yea what kinda question is that?!)
“Yea, how do you know?” Ivanka asked.
“I can tell from the colour, your mommy used that colour a lot.” I said.
She suddenly got emotional, struggling to stop her tears from falling.
“Yea I missed her a lot…Btw, I called her MAMA, not mommy.” she said.
I just googled, Ivana Trump is still very much alive.
I cursed the royal family
I was all dressed up with accessories and my killer heels, for an opening MARCH! Somebody from the royal family was supposed to officiate the opening ceremony (of something) but he was more than 2 hours late. I was so tired of waiting I gave one of the performing artists a call.
“Hey Jay chou, can you like come and sing now cos I’m so done waiting for the fella to come?”
“Kenot, I can’t sing before the opening by the Highness!!!” he answered.
“I DONT FARKING CARE ABOUT THE ROYAL FAMILY LA!!!!!!!” I screamed.
O-OH. I think I just cursed the royal family, in public.
I woke up from the dream before they had the chance to execute me.
But seriously, I think ROYAL FAMILY is so oogway old history la. It’s not like there’s a chapter (or more) in our biology text book that scientifically explains the exotic DNA they have, which they don’t.
Boh-Lat
My sis and I were at this really awesome beach. We just can’t wait to jump into the crystal clear water.
I cannot contain my excitement anymore and screamed,
“Waaaa, I can see so many fishes swimming around!!!”
“Eh Miss, actually they got out from someone’s aquarium, we don’t usually see fish here…” the stranger beside me said.
=.=
Really boh-lat…
Then I woke up.
Feeling rejected
Old friends that I’ve lost contact with kept coming to my dream recently.
That night I dreamt of giving EK (my old classmate) eyeliner and eyeshadow for her birthday. She unwrapped the gift, peeked into the box and said…
“oh, I don’t use this eyeliner…”
“oh, this is not the brand I use for eye shadow…”
“well, I guess you can take your gifts back.”
Gee, I haven’t felt so rejected before, in a dream! Oh but don’t get me wrong, she’s never a snob, to me at least.
