Man Eating Kitten
So there was this time when I was in a rectangular shaped zoo, on which the main attractions are the lion and the aquariums. The fish tanks are located at the back of the zoo; whereas the lion den is smacked right in the centre of the zoo. Nobody can bypass the lion dens if they want to go to the aquarium.
So how I found myself shivering just right at the edge of the lion den I do not know. All I know was that there’s a 2-storey tall DOLL KITTEN – something like hello kitten with brown skin and whiskers and razor sharp teeth – in the lion den. Its almost always sleeping, and only when some stupid people who strolled across its lair will be slashed right half and ripped into pieces! A DOLL KITTEN WHO KILLS!!!! OMG!!!!!!
I was SOOOO scared and I need to get to the aquarium (do not ask me why). And I have no idea how. I saw 2 poor kids being killed right in front of my eyes and the kitten promptly went back to sleep in its den with fresh blood on its teeth.
The King’s Mistress
Yesterday though, yesterday I dreamt of a dream filled with the most delicious sense of ambiguity and subtlety of feelings. I felt warm, fuzzy, head over heads in love; I felt jealous, left out, inconspicuous, and neglected.
Love, actually
We were having a blast in a sunny island with pristine white sand beaches and lovely blue sea. It was a long deserved trip, what with both of us being so busy…
An old woman snatch thief
It was night. I was sitting in JC’s CRV’s passenger side and was happily joking with him. We were stopping at the middle lane and were waiting for the lights to turn green so we could go home.
Now on the left hand side of the tar road about 30 seconds walking distance away, there was an old auntie walking with little steps and was making funny little noises through her noses regularly “E.. E… E…”. I saw the auntie from the corner of my eyes but wasn’t paying attention.
Then I folded my hands, lowered my eyes and bent down on my knees while laughing at something JC said.
Next thing I know, my car door is opened forcefully and the auntie actually grabbed my black shiny Charles & Keith bag! JC grabbed the other side of the bag.
Then JC screamed: “What are you doing Pagan! HELP!”
But I couldn’t do anything! I couldn’t sit up, I couldn’t raised my eyes, I couldn’t even make my fingers moved!! I could only feel the tug-a-war going on in front of my forehead (remember I was bending down) and was helpless to do anything. And all this while the funny E E E sounds kept coming out from that old auntie’s mouth…
When I finally managed to lift one of my fingers using my superpower supernatural willpower, I woke up.
It was 1.37am.
And I didn’t even get to see the old auntie’s face…
what is this dream?!
I’m the mistress of my current boyfriend – who is married to an unknown woman! What the hell is this?
little girl, pythons and bus
It was a tad chilly outside on a bright day at an unfamiliar place. A little family of three was having a hay day exploring a most interesting building which combined office space with exotic animals, living in cages of course.
Then the little golden hair girl was found standing in front of a big glass enclosure trying to see the animals inside. She was standing a little too close and the glass misted over by her small breath. I gently pulled her slightly backwards but she seemed not to notice me. The glass box was once again cleared and an ape, several phytons and an alligator were found living together. I think the idea was that they learn how to live with each other amiably.
Well, we found the ape was frantically trying to untangle himself from a brownish phython; while the alligator was trashing about with a green phython lazily wrapped around him. The ‘zoo’keeper had to whack the snakes heavily in order to save these two poor kiddos.
When she turned around, she couldn’t see her parents. Unperturbed, she wandered around the building looking for more animals to gawk at.
On the other hand, her worry sick parents were questioning a guy, who sat on a stone table with his laptop and some papers in another enclosure plastered with poisonous insects, if she saw the girl. He said she went that way. Then the mother got curious and asked him why he chose to work in such a dangerous place. Because here, I can contentrate better, grunted the cheerless guy.
Several hours later, not reunited with her family, the little girl was bored and wanted to get out. She suddenly found herself on top of the double decker bus, which at the moment was racing at top speed at a highway so vast that twenty cars could drive side by side and still had space to manouver. As she was holding onto the side rail – which is precariously close to the edge, squealing in delight, I found myself floating on top of her with my heart in my mouth and trying my best to help holding her on for dear life.
The streets are strangely filled with dark, solid sands which gleamed.
Then the bus reached a small lane between two buildings and slowed into a tunnel leading to one of the buildings. Her parents, who are standing at the ‘watch tower’ – which was the same height as the roof of the double decker bus, were delighted to see her and hugged her immediately.
And a cold, vicious voice came from behind, exclaimed that she will never understand how a mother could lose her child. The mother, furious, turned and pointed a finger at the other lady, “I have had enough of your innuendos!”; and she paled. Afterall, she was the second wife to the same husband of the mother, and at this moment she was not getting any support from her hubby.
Suddenly I woke up, and realised that I was the guardian angel of the little golden hair girl, even though I have not even seen her face even once.
So yep, I do believe that some people’s soul fly out to another world when they sleep at night in the form of dreams…
freak marriage
Here I was sitting in the bride’s waiting room amidst of hub-bub of wedding prepartion, or should I say, ARRANGED marriage prepartion and all I can feel was ridicule. And my groom? One of my high school friends called ‘yam lou’! (One may, at this point, wonder at the wisdom of my parents in picking me a lifetime partner for me who held such a nick!)
It was a gloomy day indeed.
Needless to say my face was as dark as charcoal. Darker, actually. A slight comfort (or not) was that the groom was equally as unhappy as I were. At this age and era when people has abundant choice to choose their status, sexuality, nationality and even babies’ sex, can somebody tell me why do I have to go through this?
Am I that pathetic that I need an arranged marriage? Seriously?
To add salt to the wound, I don’t even have a proper wedding dress! Nor was the banquet tables properly set! (event organizer gene’s kicked in instantly) Nor do I have bridesmaids! Nor do I want to have my wedding in a Chinese restaurant! Nor is the air-conditioning cold enough! (ok, this is just plain bullshit) Nor is the groom the one I want to spend the rest of my life with! *No offense ok, yamlou.
And then I jerked awake, sweating and swearing.
And then after 2 days realized that, it may just be a sympton of me not overcoming the deep unease that my mum put on me that day when she said that one of my dad’s friend’s son and me are actually quite a match yet.
Shucks, mum, thanks. I’m scarred for life now.
a dated dream
While packing up my seemingly unending stuff, I chanced upon a dusty little red organizer. In it, I scribbled some appointments and at the last pages of the book, I recorded a dream I had. Which on hindsight, I think I may have a tiny weeny bit of premonition power…
01.02.2005 (Dream 1)
In both real life and dream, I was in a patchy relationship with Guy A. In the dream only, I was having a date with Guy B. When I was walking on a busy street with Guy B, I met my best friend Teng and her boyfriend Brian and some other people. We were standing there chatting when Teng suddenly grabbed my hand and tugging me along to another direction… and I saw my then boyfriend Guy A there standing with his friends E & A!
Teng then grabbed me and ran towards an alley, made a turn and into a little surf shop. It has a wooden door that led out to the same street where everyone else were. Teng and I saw them walking towards my group of friends and my date. They chatted to each other and Guy A actually shook Guy B’s hands! (Just imagine the sickening feeling I had in my tummy)
I tried to run to somewhere, anywhere other than here, but when I opened the wooden door I saw E&A standing right in front of me!
…And like all juicy dreams, it ended and I dreamed about…
(Dream 2)
A guy suddenly opened the door and killed a mosquito (=mozzy). Then he looked around and suddenly, a silver mozzy turned into a boy and accused of him killing his mum! The super dead meshed up mozzy dead body was still on the guy’s hand. Turned out that this woman was the guy’s wife actually (?!), and she was on an experiment that could turn human into a silver mozzy when they are faced with danger… only those with the right genes, though.
WTF?!?!?!?!??!?!?!
I have absolutely no freaking idea what my mind is doing when I am asleep…
a second chance
On a calm riverside, there is a 2-storey rectangular house, which has a huge balcony on one end of the second floor, facing the river. Beside the house is a steel bridge connecting to the other side of the river.
In the evening light, light music is playing while invited guests mill around mingling and chatting, generally having a good time with a champagne on their hands.
And I find myself standing in the corridor leading towards the balcony.
And I have been here before.
And I know it in my heart what is going to happen next.
The balcony end is going to explode in matter of minutes.
I recalled being flung from the balcony, together with shreds and pieces of wood, stones and steel by the sheer force of explosion.
So why am I here again?
Did I survive? Or did I die previously? Is God giving me a second chance now so I can survive the ordeal? Am I supposed to find another way out?
Panic with the surety of explosion, I begin to dash towards the bridge with heavy breath and sinking heart. How many minutes, no, seconds, I have to get away? How much longer do I really have?
The bridge, the bridge, that is all my head is telling me. That is where my feet takes me. That is my only way to survive. That is where I run towards to – the bridge that connects to the other side of the river.
I can see the bridge now, I am running on the bridge now, I am almost reaching the other side when the explosion happened. The bridge broke into half by the impact and then I am suddenly under the water.
Still sinking, I tell myself it’s OK. I am so close now. I can see the ladders leading up to the riverbank. They are only couple strokes away. I can swim. I can reach the ladders. I can survive this.
When suddenly a thought hit me – perhaps God intend me to warn all the other unsuspecting folks to fled and therefore stand a chance to survive, instead of me saving myself, by giving me a second chance?