dream sequence 1
i remember - as a young man - I dreamed - that I was part of a big group of people on a football field and it was, among all things (haha), a football competition (5A side). We formed our groups, drew lots (I had to rush back to get $1 for the competition fee before I could draw the lots). Then all was quiet. Everyone left to prepare for the big tournament. I was transported (yes, it's true) from the field to a magnificent area with 5 (or was it 6) small courts (some grass pitches, some concrete). A group was waiting for their first match. I walked down a corridor (what looked like an abandoned school, and I found my team (including a multitude of malays in the same classroom), and told them that we were the second group to play. One of the guys acknowledged but they continued to pray in a great cluster. And I stood outside the room, I remember, that I was not part of them.
dream sequence 2
vaguely conscious of the tournament, for no apparent reason, I took a bus to get to the playing court. On the bus, I remember, the scenery was slightly different. I looked out of the window, and I saw a bustling town/village/bus deport(that vaguely looked like one I saw, also on a bus, along the way from Tampin to Malacca.). The roofs were coloured maroon. And the people around me were faceless. For another unknown reason, I alighted, no longer conscious that I have a tournament to play in. I found myself at a road junction. I walked across, to a road island. And the lights changed to allow a horde (yes) of bicycles to pass through. Some of them almost hit me. Yes, now I was vaguely aware that I had crossed geographical boundaries to find myself in China. But temporally, I was not yet sure if I had travelled back (or forth) in time. Eventually, I managed to cross over to another side of the street, only to realise, to my horror, that the relative ease in crossing the road was due to a sudden road block that the local police (公安）had placed. While it was not shocking to see men in green caps and green uniforms, resembling the youths of the cultural revolution on the bicycles, it was, when the police rounded them up and I was on my way to my next teleportation.
I was now on walking on a mountain passage. With a young girl, who I consciously -- I remember -- thought she was my daughter (I've a daughter!). However, she was partially blind, but weirdly enough had a camera which was a visual aid for her. She would take pictures with it and used it to record moving and still images of things as she saw it. Therefore, I was comparing the images she took with the actual landscape around us. (or was it I thought that the camera was damaged and tried to fix it?) But soon, she took a video of a distant cliff. I had a good look at the LCD screen of the camera, and yes, the dream sequences were connected. There before me, as in there was a filmic zoom, were the Mao's youths, all kneeling, and they were excueted, at point blank, by their own comrades, away from the streets they were.
dream sequence 3
I woke up briefly; the images fuzzy. but it was not long before I fell back to my slumber and this coming dream was familiar territory.
I went to cut my hair. I vaguely recalled a sms I received but -- I remember -- I cannot remember the contents of the message. As I was walking to the barber, there she was (again) sleeping on a couch, waiting for me I assumed, and I woke her up. She was wearing her favourite baby blue cap and her purple sweater, how she looked like years ago when I first met her. (there was no voice, as most of my dreams were) We somehow understood each other, and it was somehow related to the sms. I was told she had not eaten and she did not sleep last night. I left the barber and walked to the coffeeshop (one of those at my place). We had two other Malay friends with us. She ate but she also asked for sugar. Odd thing to do, but it's the dream world. She finished the meal. She stood up and walked away with the malay friends, now wearing a brown dress, and visibly plumper. But I was looking at her back. It probably wasn't her anymore. I remained at the table. And I woke up.
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I finally decided that this blog needs to include dreams in its contents to be faithful to the headings above. So whenever I remember my dreams, I will type them down.
i remember - as a young man - I dreamed - that I was part of a big group of people on a football field and it was, among all things (haha), a football competition (5A side). We formed our groups, drew lots (I had to rush back to get $1 for the competition fee before I could draw the lots). Then all was quiet. Everyone left to prepare for the big tournament. I was transported (yes, it's true) from the field to a magnificent area with 5 (or was it 6) small courts (some grass pitches, some concrete). A group was waiting for their first match. I walked down a corridor (what looked like an abandoned school, and I found my team (including a multitude of malays in the same classroom), and told them that we were the second group to play. One of the guys acknowledged but they continued to pray in a great cluster. And I stood outside the room, I remember, that I was not part of them.
dream sequence 2
vaguely conscious of the tournament, for no apparent reason, I took a bus to get to the playing court. On the bus, I remember, the scenery was slightly different. I looked out of the window, and I saw a bustling town/village/bus deport(that vaguely looked like one I saw, also on a bus, along the way from Tampin to Malacca.). The roofs were coloured maroon. And the people around me were faceless. For another unknown reason, I alighted, no longer conscious that I have a tournament to play in. I found myself at a road junction. I walked across, to a road island. And the lights changed to allow a horde (yes) of bicycles to pass through. Some of them almost hit me. Yes, now I was vaguely aware that I had crossed geographical boundaries to find myself in China. But temporally, I was not yet sure if I had travelled back (or forth) in time. Eventually, I managed to cross over to another side of the street, only to realise, to my horror, that the relative ease in crossing the road was due to a sudden road block that the local police (公安）had placed. While it was not shocking to see men in green caps and green uniforms, resembling the youths of the cultural revolution on the bicycles, it was, when the police rounded them up and I was on my way to my next teleportation.
I was now on walking on a mountain passage. With a young girl, who I consciously -- I remember -- thought she was my daughter (I've a daughter!). However, she was partially blind, but weirdly enough had a camera which was a visual aid for her. She would take pictures with it and used it to record moving and still images of things as she saw it. Therefore, I was comparing the images she took with the actual landscape around us. (or was it I thought that the camera was damaged and tried to fix it?) But soon, she took a video of a distant cliff. I had a good look at the LCD screen of the camera, and yes, the dream sequences were connected. There before me, as in there was a filmic zoom, were the Mao's youths, all kneeling, and they were excueted, at point blank, by their own comrades, away from the streets they were.
dream sequence 3
I woke up briefly; the images fuzzy. but it was not long before I fell back to my slumber and this coming dream was familiar territory.
I went to cut my hair. I vaguely recalled a sms I received but -- I remember -- I cannot remember the contents of the message. As I was walking to the barber, there she was (again) sleeping on a couch, waiting for me I assumed, and I woke her up. She was wearing her favourite baby blue cap and her purple sweater, how she looked like years ago when I first met her. (there was no voice, as most of my dreams were) We somehow understood each other, and it was somehow related to the sms. I was told she had not eaten and she did not sleep last night. I left the barber and walked to the coffeeshop (one of those at my place). We had two other Malay friends with us. She ate but she also asked for sugar. Odd thing to do, but it's the dream world. She finished the meal. She stood up and walked away with the malay friends, now wearing a brown dress, and visibly plumper. But I was looking at her back. It probably wasn't her anymore. I remained at the table. And I woke up.
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I finally decided that this blog needs to include dreams in its contents to be faithful to the headings above. So whenever I remember my dreams, I will type them down.
when you can look at the person's eyes and see the gleam of your own eyes, you are in love. maybe.
adapted from breathless
adapted from breathless
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