the fake passenger
this is from 29th may 2005. it was some period when i had a flurry of dreams night after night.
Ok right now, i can effectively create a folder purely for the dreams that i have.
this morning, i laughed in my dreams. the dream was really stupid la. starting in the train, i was with 2 companions not worth mentioning. i think we stopped in kallang. walking up an alley, i led my two companions who clearly wasnt street wise. at the end of the alley,was a horizontal pole-cum-gate-cum-blockade. you know, the ones that has a weight at the end and goes up and down . aiiii. the ones that's always at railway tracks to stop cars from goin over the tracks.
ok, ANYWAY. so my 1st companion exclaims "AHHH, thats the MRT line!! wow. can you make some marking so i know this place?"
so i somehow fish out a paintbrush and paint the gate green..
we looked around, and a taxi stops for us. now here's the weird part. the taxi wasnt empty. there was a front seat passenger and two figures at the back, each taking the window seat. behind the driver(luckily there was one) was a human. now...., the one behind the passenger was.. a mannequin!!! hahaha. i dont know why i didnt break into laughter or spasms when in the dream.
alright, so the front seat passenger hops out and opens the back door, only to say, "sorry la bang (malay for brother.), 2 people only la." so, the guy happens to be our taxi host. and my 2 companions, simply rushed in singapore-style and slams the door on me. told you they're not worth mentioning.
i carry on walking, and noticed that im stuck in the 50's with modern public transportation.
there was the 50's ambulance, 50's car, 50's trishaw riders, EVERYTHING was the 50's. everything except the train and the cabs. heck, i saw comfort, yellow top/blackbottom, city cab, and even those new cabs in town.
now, what happened after that remains a mystery to me. i remember beating somebody up(yeah. only in my dreams) and visiting someone's house.. but what happened was really really funny. too bad i cant remember what it was.
Ok right now, i can effectively create a folder purely for the dreams that i have.
this morning, i laughed in my dreams. the dream was really stupid la. starting in the train, i was with 2 companions not worth mentioning. i think we stopped in kallang. walking up an alley, i led my two companions who clearly wasnt street wise. at the end of the alley,was a horizontal pole-cum-gate-cum-blockade. you know, the ones that has a weight at the end and goes up and down . aiiii. the ones that's always at railway tracks to stop cars from goin over the tracks.
ok, ANYWAY. so my 1st companion exclaims "AHHH, thats the MRT line!! wow. can you make some marking so i know this place?"
so i somehow fish out a paintbrush and paint the gate green..
we looked around, and a taxi stops for us. now here's the weird part. the taxi wasnt empty. there was a front seat passenger and two figures at the back, each taking the window seat. behind the driver(luckily there was one) was a human. now...., the one behind the passenger was.. a mannequin!!! hahaha. i dont know why i didnt break into laughter or spasms when in the dream.
alright, so the front seat passenger hops out and opens the back door, only to say, "sorry la bang (malay for brother.), 2 people only la." so, the guy happens to be our taxi host. and my 2 companions, simply rushed in singapore-style and slams the door on me. told you they're not worth mentioning.
i carry on walking, and noticed that im stuck in the 50's with modern public transportation.
there was the 50's ambulance, 50's car, 50's trishaw riders, EVERYTHING was the 50's. everything except the train and the cabs. heck, i saw comfort, yellow top/blackbottom, city cab, and even those new cabs in town.
now, what happened after that remains a mystery to me. i remember beating somebody up(yeah. only in my dreams) and visiting someone's house.. but what happened was really really funny. too bad i cant remember what it was.
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29 May, 2005 19:05.It's ironic enough you can even remember your dreams. Most of the time, I can't. Haha
Btw, am just blog-hopping from Yuniza's. =)
30 May, 2005 22:27.
honestly now, i thought the mannequin thing wasn't funny; it was freaky.
31 May, 2005 11:25.
i must have been traumatized by the train ride incident, subconciously.
oh, i can start remembering my dreams now because i ALWAYS wake up just before some climax of a dream. i believe i was being thrown out of some place, OR, i could have been leading a gang of people out of a village house(think bujang lapok) ala gwen stefani's hollaback girl.
wooo, writ comm is so fun. so much to write about. weeee.
31 May, 2005 19:30.
I so agree with nada. It was more too freaky to funny. You're funny though. Haha
31 May, 2005 19:31.
Okay my english koyak. I meant it's more to freaky than funny. Apologies.
31 May, 2005 20:02.
tak per, my malay lagi torn..
31 May, 2005 21:13.
haha weirdd. dreams can be so twisted n confusing. i can never remember my dreams when i wake up. they come back to me days later...
02 November, 2005 09:34.
AY! At least you don't have apocalyptic/scifi/horrorshow/supernatural dreams 8/10 times!
There's always someone saving someone in my dreams, usually.
Or zombies. -irk.! >:(.
02 November, 2005 21:49.
i didnt take note of the date you said you posted this up. i thought i was having a strange dejavu.
and damn, i still think that mannequin thing is freaky.
and why are the old comments here??
03 November, 2005 23:18.
morning
wow. nice dreams :p
Joelyn a.k.a Raven Wong
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