Dear Blog,
THIS IS another dream that I intend to write about. Under usual circumstances would I discard any dream that comes with a flick of the brain's "off switch" and forget about it. This dream that had me in sleep for the past 9 hours, seems to be nothing indifferent from reality, but I wanted to keep it anyway.
My dream started off in a house, me, and two other living souls. They were my housemates, the first thought that came into my mind. One of them having in their hand, was a bizzare object that emits something so foul, the moment I smelt it, I knew it was poisonous. I was weary, then scared. Somehow I thought this guy is going to gas me to death with that thing.So I ran, and he was chasing after me with a sinister smile. He was right behind me, but I just kept running, I never looked back. I couldn't quite remember how long I ran, when later on I landed myself in my neighbours house, in a room, where there was a girl, her brother and her mother. So I hid in that room until he left. Of course, I never knew these people in real life, I never knew who my real neighbours were. It turns out, a scare prank intended on me.
So this girl, she asked me, "Why are you hiding here?". Then I had to explain to her my somewhat bizzare unusual circumstances. She wasn't fond of me at first, and I remember having this sinking feeling, we wont be able to get along at all. She was in my mind, very attractive. Her beauty illuminates and shines like a star, her frowns from her eyebrows were art to me. But I've never intended on anything, nor even a silly little woo. She was at that time, just another stranger I've recently known. Our conversation started off there. We often talked about the most simplest, uncomplicated things.
She used to talk to me, stern and smile-less. Gradually she opened herself to me, a little laugher, some teasing and we became friends. Flashes came, the dream faded into darkness like the crossing of one stage to another, and then everything came back again. Like a painting, in the small road off a beautiful countryside, a usual morning walk. She was walking with me, our usual chatter, our usual pitter-patter on the pavements. And then, it came. It was as though time stopped for me, she held me by her hands, clenched tightly to each other, we were holding hands. I was LIVING the DREAM.
I woke up the next morning with my cat's warm body against my feet. It look me a long time to jump back to reality. I could not help but wanting to fall back to sleep, it was as though I had wanted to sleep forever, wanting to meet her again. But our life, does not revolve around our dreams. Next time, I must remember not to dream.
So this girl, she asked me, "Why are you hiding here?". Then I had to explain to her my somewhat bizzare unusual circumstances. She wasn't fond of me at first, and I remember having this sinking feeling, we wont be able to get along at all. She was in my mind, very attractive. Her beauty illuminates and shines like a star, her frowns from her eyebrows were art to me. But I've never intended on anything, nor even a silly little woo. She was at that time, just another stranger I've recently known. Our conversation started off there. We often talked about the most simplest, uncomplicated things.
She used to talk to me, stern and smile-less. Gradually she opened herself to me, a little laugher, some teasing and we became friends. Flashes came, the dream faded into darkness like the crossing of one stage to another, and then everything came back again. Like a painting, in the small road off a beautiful countryside, a usual morning walk. She was walking with me, our usual chatter, our usual pitter-patter on the pavements. And then, it came. It was as though time stopped for me, she held me by her hands, clenched tightly to each other, we were holding hands. I was LIVING the DREAM.
I woke up the next morning with my cat's warm body against my feet. It look me a long time to jump back to reality. I could not help but wanting to fall back to sleep, it was as though I had wanted to sleep forever, wanting to meet her again. But our life, does not revolve around our dreams. Next time, I must remember not to dream.
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