Just a little weird for my taste, that’s all. It’s interesting how some dreams tend to just be forgotten quick succession, but not this particular dream. どうしてかな？I’ve tried to really forget about her; this girl that had been plaguing my mind for a long time. I managed to forget, for some time, heck, for quite a long time, but it hasn’t been easy. Its easier, in theory, to just ignore it rather than to forget, and that’s what most of us do in order to get on with our lives, and that is what I think I had been doing for the past few months. Its really pathetic how I’ve been doing this, it really is, but I guess the sub-conscious mind is a really strong thing for most of us that we tend to really underestimate its endless possibilities, I guess. Enough rambling, I think its time to reveal this really really weird dream I had last night. Do note that I haven’t been reminded of that certain someone for a long time, even if I had been, I didn’t bother much.
Lets start right from the beginning. I went to sleep at around 2 in the morning, which was pretty late by my standards ever since I had been attempting to reset my body’s biological clock in time for the new semester. Then it began. It was one of the most vivid dreams I had ever had in the pas … heck. Ever. It’s really weird. You know how you have been able to remember some dreams, but mostly just turn out to be really vague outlines? You know how you THINK you knew what you dreamt of last night, but when you attempt to recall, you totally CANNOT remember a single thing? Not a single detail. Only if you’re really lucky, maybe, just maybe, a small portion of it, but other than that, mostly just endless nothings. And more nothings. But not this one. Not this dream. It was as vivid as a movie that was playing out in front of you; it was as if you were tight in the thickness of all the going-ons around you. It was really weird. I have never had anything like this in my life at ALL, barring a few incidents back when I was a little kid, nothing. It featured me, right smack in the middle of it. Let me begin:
The venue is a little interesting: Zouk. After the end of a performance of sorts (what I performed, etc. I had no idea, interestingly. It began with the end of my supposed performance.), a group of my friends went backstage to congratulate me on a well-played concert. And then there she was, in all her full glory, as cute as ever, standing there oh-so-innocently with her beautiful eyes looking at me. My heart melted at the sight of her. The above descriptions are totally true to what I remembered so vividly. The whole scene is playing out in my mind as we speak. This is so weird. In the midst of all the noise, she came up to me to personally congratulate me. After a little ‘its been a while’ kinda talk, we exchanged numbers since she lost it. I so wanted to ask her out for a coffee after that but alas, one of you guys in the crowd (you bastard, lol) decided that the whole group should wait outside while I pack up my stuff. I actually said, “Damn!” out loud in my dream mind. As you guys left, I packed my instrument. The instrument once again, I have to say, was really vague. A guitar, an electronic keyboard, who knows. I could only remember a sling bag of sorts.
Once I was ready, I attempted to leave through the front door, but to my horror, it was locked! I had no choice but to leave through the back door. Along the way I saw people closing down the backstage (lights, etc.) and I vividly remember a long-haired girl pulling down some lights on a bar for some purpose (bulb changing, cleaning, adjustment etc. Who knows?) As I continue on further down, I finally came to an exit sign. I pushed the door and I see myself in the corridor of one of them really old HDB blocks (like those old blocks in front of Joo Chiat Complex in Geylang). I was like cursing to myself out loud at this juncture. I continued on and came to this open cemented area, with one of those stone tables and 4 chairs in the middle of it. One thing to take note here was the weather. Apparently I was on some sort of hill and looking down this hill, I could see a forest of sorts. The sky was in an orange-purple hue of sorts, and it was pretty breezy. Nice weather for a dream ya? Heh. So there was this Indian lady sitting down on one of the chairs, and a little toddler, whom I assumed was her grandson.
The ball the toddler was playing with rolled towards me, and I rolled it back to him. I then approached the lady. In a hopeful tone, I asked her if she knew how to get out of the area. She didn’t know. Disappointed, I scouted the edge of the fenced area, looking for a gate, but found none. In a dash of desperation, I climbed over it, and I came to an open HDB carpark. I can once again vividly remember landing beside a garbage disposal building that many old HDB estates have. I continued on walking, and eventually I somehow arrived to the front of Zouk. All of my friends were there, except for her. Yes. She wasn’t there.
Apparently according to them, it was getting too late and she had to go. They also told me that she said she’d call me to apologize and stuff. It was like 4 am, and they had been waiting for me for about 3 hours for me to get out of Zouk. Strangely none of them asked why it took me so long. No one was angry or whatsoever. It was like I came out in 5 minutes; no one noticed the long time period that took me to get out, which was really weird in my opinion.
I was quite disappointed that she had to leave, though I felt happy. Ecstatic more like it, I guess. I felt that at least now I had a chance. A chance to get her. Strangely though, I was actually thinking this when I was at this particular juncture: “At least now the thread has a happy ending. Take that!” I really felt happy. It never ever occurred to me that I was dreaming, at all. It was like ‘this isn’t actually happening to me’ kinda feeling, but I reassured myself that it really WAS happening to me. It WAS reality for me. It really was..
…until I woke up. For once I actually felt really disappointed. I’m not kidding. A sudden wave of disappointment came over me. I was really…wierded out. Well, that’s about the end of it. I don’t understand why, of all times, now. I was NEVER reminded of her; I never thought of her AT ALL for the past few months. It was so sudden and vivid! I really really can’t remember most of the dreams I’ve had. I either wake up happy, sad, or disappointed, without actually REMEMBERING why. Except this time. It was so vivid. Can someone give me an explanation? I’m in serious need of one.
Oh and Naf, your moving PEP talk. I think I’m gonna go all out man! Thanks dude. And Fir and Chaboom, thanks for coming ya? ^ - ^