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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…

I dreamt; the dream was very o_0. Or O_o. Or 0_O. And so on.

It was a well-lit room, where 16 to 20 people, including myself, stood in a circle. We were informed that we would be killed one by one, but none of us seemed to be shocked as if we accepted it as our inevitable fate. We were each handed a piece of paper, and were expected to jot notes as the announcer babbled on. I managed to write something that made sense despite the fact that I couldn’t hear (or remember) a thing s/he was saying, but as soon as I finished and was admiring whatever I had written (har!), the person on my left snatched my paper while the person on my right shoved his/hers into my hands. (Ah, so we were to swap notes — all you had to do was ask! Anyway…)

I tried to read what the person wrote; it seemed to be in Chinese (my first language), a list of sorts, but I didn’t quite understand what it meant. There wasn’t any time for me to ask about it, though, as we were sent to our rooms immediately afterwards.

A slight jump, and I was suddenly lying on my right side on the bed in the dream. This room was very bright as well. I could somehow see (huh?) that people were having sex in the next rooms, but I was undisturbed by everything — until I suddenly realised that I was the first person to be killed as I felt a stab in my back.

I couldn’t move, didn’t struggle, the murderer/executioner stabbed me a few more times. It didn’t hurt, actually, I just couldn’t breathe; although I didn’t seem to have made any effort to try to breathe, which was slightly worrying. I woke up from the dream then, calm as ever…

This is not the first time I’ve dreamt about being (or was about to be) stabbed in the back, but like I said… o_0, O_o, 0_O, etc.

When I was very young, there was this one nightmare that haunted me many times, in which I was forced to walk back and forth repeatedly in a sleepwalking/ Chinese zombies sort of fashion. There are random grown-ups who were made to do that alongside me as well, and we would keep on walking like that without any form of communication. However, the more I walked, the more nauseous I’d become. Before I couldn’t take it any more, though, it’d spiral and “everything” would come to an end. I’d wake up then, never had to throw up (thankfully), but the feelings certainly weren’t pleasant at all. I never understood those dreams.

Those nightmares stopped somehow when we moved house, but I started to have bad dreams of other things. I’d be in a room — a dark one, usually, with a lot of insects around me. They’d either be flying on the ceiling, crawling on the floor, or crawling all over me. I’d get up very quickly, especially in the last case, and would literally check that there are indeed no insects on the bed or in the room.

And ever since my braces were taken off (eight years ago?), I’ve been dreaming about my teeth falling out. I’d, at first, think that my teeth weren’t at the right place and try to move and fix them with my fingers. They’d look aligned for a bit, but would start to fall out several at a time until not many are left. I’d try to put them back in place, but would panic (and whimper?) when I realised that the teeth would just never go back to where they used to be.

The insect and teeth nightmares still happen frequently enough these days. If they meant anything other than what they appeared, then I’m really at a loss of what could be bothering me so much for so many years…