[imported from www.xanga.com/avrilchan]
Been having some weird dreams for three days in a row now.
First on the 24th of April I dreamt that I had returned back in time, of all places, back to primary school. I was looking into my Standard Four class, lookin’ straight at a teacher who had Mrs Tan’s (my primary one teacher) face, but in my dream her name was Mrs Hodges, who was the school’s Gymnastics coach. Funny, cos I certainly never took Gymnastics.
Anyway, I dunnoe what happened next but I had to get outta there fast, I remember seeing myself as an eight year old, but there I was in the dream, all grown up too. Next thing I knew (the dream jumped from scene to scene) I was trying to prove who I was to a bunch of teachers (one of which was weilding an umbrella to fend me off) and one of them was my college lecturer, I remember trying to ask her to save me, to lend me her car so that I can make my getaway, and I even told her that she would be a computer lecturer in TARC in the future. I dunnoe why but she believed me although her colleagues were screaming at her to not trust me, she just handed over her car keys and I managed to leave. Later in my dream I worked out that she had sent an application to TARC to teach there and supposedly she believed me because she had told no one before that about the application and I DID look as though I was from the future, with my clothes and all. I remember going like, pheww.
Thank you, Ms Tan, although I shud really say Thank you Ms Leong cos it was her face attached to another’s name in the dream..oh like huh?! Hehe..
Another dream was on the 25th of April.
This one is darn complicated and scary.
In this dream, I was being chased by a guy. Let me start by how I provoked him.
I was sitting by the roadside, on the pavement with a few friends, across some shoplots. A man sped by on a motorbike and I noticed he had a woman with her hands tied behind her back leaning weakly and bruised on his back. The first time he passed me it was too fast to get my reaction but I had noticed it. The second time around I yelled at him and gave him the finger at the same time memorised his number plate.
The third time he came around he returned to hunt me without the woman. Damn.
Well he chased me across the street into a shop. He was strong and he damaged evrything there, and no one dared stop him. A girl stuck in the shop helped me barricade the doors and she was scared shit too although at first she didnt believe me. When he managed to break through the back door which was where she was standing guard, we both screamed and I yanked the front door open (which i had noticed could be opened easily if one knew where to push, it was one of those foldable door kinds with glass panels to look through). Thats prolly why that menacing SOB chose the back door, to scare the shit outta us.
So, the girl and I ran for our lives towards the housing area behind the shop which looked suspiciously like Taman Bunga Raya, outside TARC. I asked her where we were heading and she said to her house. So we ran and ran, turned here and there and the guy was always hot on our heels. I remembered tiny little details like how I could turn around to look at him without any problem but the girl slowed down and tugged on my tee shirt for balance each time she did the same thing.
We managed to lose the guy at a corner and rushed up to her house. Unfortunately her house was some kinda pondok on stilts and her bro was busy yakking on the phone. Below the house was a tangle of Genting Entertainment ad boards, purplish-blue in colour, the ones you find at the sides of a football match or an ice skating presentation. Weird. I remember asking her where we should hide if he were to come and she sed to hide below.
As you noe all dreams can be a little haywire.
As we were hiding between the ad boards a furry purple truck in the shape of a cat showed up. *think: cat in Alice in Wonderland,then place that image on the Dumb & Dumber van*
Outta this truck sprang a tall young man, we were soo scared that we daren’t trust him but in the end he just handed us two furry gloves, one purple, one orange and in it was a piece of paper informing us that we just won a Durian Runtuh contest. What the?!
Outta no where this chick jumps out on us and starts like, karate-ing me. PHuhyoh I tell you, in this damn dream I can freakin’ fight! *take that, and THAT! Hah!!!*
Then I find myself huffing and puffing and running my fat ass away again, this time towards this apartment building, nearby were these stalls, selling goreng pisang all la. I contemplated on hiding there, befriending the goreng pisang lady and hiding under her stall but changed my mind and ran up flights and flights of staircases up the building then.
I stopped at the eighth floor and locked myself up in this tiny electrical switchboard cupboard there..something liddat la, I knew it can be locked from the inside because in my old college KYM, I once had to catch a thief and looked inside this sorta hideaways back then la. But thats another story for another day!
So I was crouching there, praying for my life, sweating and being so darn worried and all. Then I whipped out my handphone, put it to silent and then proceded to call my baby (i even remembered I had only 70 cents in my hp!) to ask him to call my dad and tell my family I loved them. And that I was sorry I had to go and get myself killed.
I dunnoe what happened next because the next thing I knew I made it safely back home and thankfully my parents were not aware of the situation because they had not been informed yet and all..I felt like I was Agent Cody Banks or something, shit.
And this morning’s dream was downright shitty.
I dreamt I was facilitating a camp somewhere in the highlands. A girl ghost starts to kill some of the 50 participants with me that day. Ahh..this dream is too much. And i gtg now, so I’ll save it for tonight and make you return for more. Cheers!
What does this all mean? Can someone tell me?
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