I never thought we’d manage, but my girlfriend and I finally bought a nice house. There isn’t a single piece of furniture at the place yet, but I can already see it. We’ll put the couch here, our piano there; shoe rack for all her pretty shoes, yes! Oooh, our floor also needs to be waxed. This is all so exciting! A new house, a new life waiting for just the two of us!
… And then the fucking alarm clock rang.
For a while now I was convinced that I’d been seeing visions. They started off as innocent, weird dreams; but as the next day went along, these dreams were obviously more than just my imagination — they were signs.
When I had a dream about going to classes with old high school classmates from 6-7 years ago, an old friend whom I’ve known for many years, who also hasn’t been online since I added her on MSN, went online and messaged me the next day. When I dreamt about being tickled from the back by an invisible person while standing in front of a mirror, there was this tickle scene in a little flash game I played the next day, which looked oddly similar to the reflection I saw (not to mention of the thousands of flash games I’ve played, only about 5 had tickling in them). When I dreamt about a friend letting me use his very personal computer during a party held at my place and I downloaded porn on it by mistake, an online friend gave me his username / password of his game account to help him with stuff the next day, and… it’s a great shame relief that it wasn’t possible to download porn through the account.
… So when I dreamt about the landlady’s bunny creeping onto my bed and licked me on my neck last night, I was seriously expecting some interesting encounters or proposals today.
Oh well, maybe some of those visions were really just dreams, after all.
Aside from the grumpiness, and the bloatedness, and the boob-tenderness, and the decreased concentration, and the food-craving, and the muscle aches, and the backaches, and the bad skin, and the general fatigue, and sometimes the diarrhoea, my PMS isn’t actually that bad.
Okay, maybe it is kind of bad; but on the plus side, the dream fairy is generally especially nice to me during those days, too. Guess who just had hardcore sex with her most favourite game character in a dream last night? *snickers*
Although funnily enough, I’ve always been a male in my wet dreams. I’m not sure what it could possibly symbolise. That I secretly crave for straight sex? That I actually want to be a man? That I feel that’s the only way I could satisfy my ladies in the dreams? That there’s an unknown male version of me somewhere in the universe? Heh, maybe not the last one.
Whichever way, can’t argue with the fairy. Am content. *goes back to reminisce dream*
(I think I humped the pillow, but I try not to visualise.)
It was morning in the dream, the sky was clear and the weather comfortably cool. I was a soldier teamed up with a few other men. I think we had been in heavy combat because we were really exhausted, to the point that even smiling would be too much effort. We sat recovering in a clean urban area, too tired to chat; the place eerily quiet.
We sprang to full alert as we heard the first enemy missile being launched. Somehow it was decided that our team should retreat while the others cover us. There was no commanding, no communication. We just knew what we had to do. I dragged myself along walking backwards (?!) and took cover in a room with a clear ceiling where the mild sunlight could shine through.
I leaned against the edge/wall. I could hear sickening thuds that were meant to be small explosions in the distance, and cringed as I knew that with every boom I hear, an ally (one exactly) was sacrificed in the suicidal mission. I was distracted soon, though, as a huge group of civilians/ refugees came pouring into the room.
They didn’t seem to be bothered at all and were laughing, chatting, taking their time to be seated. They had even arranged some Hong Kong celebrities as their entertainment, which was to my surprise as only a couple of them were Asians. I thought to myself, how could these people be so carefree and oblivious to everything around them? Just then I looked through the door they came in and saw a mother telling her son off as the kid refused to move to a safer place.
The singers started to sing. The last thing I heard was the singing blending with the thuds/explosions. I either stopped dreaming or forgot the rest of the dream from there.
P.S. As you can see, I didn’t make it for CSS Reboot. Oh well, more time to completely recode and redesign, I guess, as I was never happy with the unreleased design.
I dreamt last night. It was possibly one of my creepiest dreams…
In the beginning, I was in a slightly crowded room with the people I knew from the UK. I think we were waiting for a meal as I sat idly on a couch, until I discovered the head of a horse, which was rather heavy, lay resting in my lap. Somehow it didn’t freak me out that this living creature was just the head and nothing else; the people around me were also all “aww-ish” that the horse picked me out of everyone else. The horse closed its eyes and there were suddenly scenes of a couple of horses trotting happily down a grass track, but the vision came to an end as the meal was ready.
We stood around a round table waiting to be seated, but people kept on taking the seats that I wanted to sit. I gave up and as I looked to a corner, I saw a girl slurping up all my mushrooms in the dish with chicken and mushroom that I reserved for myself earlier (huh?).
The dream jumped here and I was window shopping with my family. We wandered around until we were slightly lost amongst the packed shops that looked all so similar. I recognised one shop name (which, the first time I saw was normal, but now horizontally inverted as I was looking through the back of the glass) and assured my family that I knew the direction. We went down a flight of narrow stairs and saw a suspicious-looking ticket collector collecting movie tickets at the end of the staircase next to an opened door. I excused ourselves telling him that we weren’t for the movie and were just walking past.
We had to walk up the stairs again for some unknown reasons. I overheard a woman talking to the ticket collector about having to get to the 9th floor from the 10th as I walked very cautiously watching my steps — the steps were made of… shiny copper pipes stuck together. Mum was behind me and I told her to be careful. Dad and Bro didn’t seem to have any problem walking on those stairs and were way ahead of me.
I opened the door as I reached the top floor, and was shocked to find myself deserted on a small, fenceless, empty roof of a building right next to the sea; or on the sea, even. The sky was clouded, I couldn’t hear the ambient noise of the shopping mall any more and my family were nowhere to be found. I saw a white ladder leading straight down to the sea in front of me…
And my mother woke me up. Never been so glad to be awakened…
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