Wednesday, July 12, 2006
I had just woke up (and had breakfast) after the most horrible kind of dream I never want to ever experience again.
It's already hard enough for me to get proper sleep... and now this. I couldn't get out of the dream, and I knew very well I was dreaming in my sleep. Worse still, the storyline of the dream is so bloody twisted - I have no idea what it is trying to tell me.
Believe me, the adrenalin rush and everything felt so real. When I'd fall I can feel the air rushing past all over my body - even though it seems to be a short fall i.e. tripping on one of your legs, it has been over exaggerated and slow-motioned. Plus, I'd end up falling into another room.
At the beginning I dreamt that I was the host of my own birthday party, helped out by one or two other individuals. At the party, all was fine until it came to game time, when everyone (which happens to be all my schoolmates I've met since I was a kid of the mere age of 6 till now) just ignored me and whatever was in the line-up of programs to pull out a microphone or two and started karaoke-ing in the most horrible manner. I fell to my knees, blocking my ears from the awful sounds when the floor underneath me disappeared. I was falling, and the next thing I knew I was in a skin-tight full-body black suit with my dad - we were both trapped in a room, where the floor would disappear once in a while, letting us fall freely to the floor underneath the one we were on. Somehow I knew what to do everytime the floor disappeared - and finally, it came down to landing in a few Thai thugs, whom will only attack you if you happen to make any kind of movement. In the end, we landed in a room with
Cheesy Melts (like what the hell, now it's a KFC advertisement?! Eh wait, was it Cheesy melts or wraps... wth) where a few KFC waiters stormed in, as if wanting to arrest my dad and I, and since we didn't move, they grabbed the cheesy melts and broke the glass window an jumped out of it (and it was a pretty high floor of the building).
Anyway, the floor disappeared again, and this time, I was back at the party. The karaoke was still going on, and I couldn't really give a damn. The funny thing was, the party was being held at my old school, St. Teresa's. I was out in the field, and I could hear the horrible singing from the hall. Then I happen to find a camcorder lying in the grass, and the recording that I viewed through it was a reminescence of the past - the good times. I thought I'd play it for everyone to see, but when I went up to the hall, before I even managed to say a word, when everyone saw me they started laughing. Laughing a lot, at me. I wasn't sure why, but when I tried shutting them up and introduce the recording, they continued laughing as though I never said a thing. I checked myself out in case if there was something embarrassing hanging about me, but everything was orderly. I couldn't understand what people were laughing at, and I couldn't take it any longer when people started pointing at me. I ran, towards the music room, but found no sanctuary as people who were in there quickly grabbed hold of me and locked me up in the space (somewhat like a hidden back door) between the music room and the library - in complete darkness. I still hear the laughing, it went on and on.
The next thing I knew, there was a source of light above me. I looked up, and noticed it was a lamp post. I was crying, and there was no one in sight. No sound could be heard, no movement can be detected. I got up, and noticed that I was wearing a kimono. It was silky soft, not too bright an orange in tone with delicate cherry blossoms and its loose petals all over, of which increased in appearance at the end of the sleeves and the lower part of the kimono. It was beautiful, but soiled due to the fact that I was sitting at the pavement of the road. I got up and started walking aimlessly and lethargically, and I couldn't be bothered with my own messy hair that kept blocking my view as the wind blew. I had stopped crying, but it was a matter of time when I had myself in tears again when all of a sudden, one of the houses I was passing by had its door open and a woman, about half a head shorter than I was, with graying hair, stared at me. I didn't know what to do, but after a few seconds of eye contact, I broke away and started running wherever I had come from. I was afraid. I kept on running until I was tired, and that was when I stopped at a lampost, this time it was near a basketball court of some kind. Through the wire fencing I saw more people, and that made me even more upset, and as much as I wanted to move away, my legs were immobile. I fell to the ground. The woman I saw earlier caught up with me, and started patting me on my head as I cried. She sat next to me, and when I did manage to look at her face, I saw that she was crying, too. She then shoved me a newspaper article, which I read immediately. 'Beloved Geisha - Kuno'. I saw a picture of myself, seated, serving tea to an individual I couldn't name.
That woman spoke to me, telling me that I've been missing. People thought I was dead, as no one had seen me for a long time. When I looked at her carefully, I realised who she was - she was my own mother. All I could question was, where had I been all that time? What happened? Everything felt so real - I could feel my mother's touch on my head. She walked me towards the house I had seen her leave from earlier, and when I went inside, it looked exactly like the house that I am living in now. The streets were different, but the house was unmistakable. As soon as mum had shut the door, there was a few bangs on the door itself that could be heard.
And this was when I was rudely awakened by my younger sister, asking me loudly if I had the key to the downstairs kitchen. She wanted to have her breakfast, and she found the door locked. I didn't have the key, but since I was rudely awakened I couldn't go back to sleep.
Seriously, I wonder if this dream had any message in it - normally my dreams put me in dejavu situations, or give me a kind of warning before things happen (I've only begun to trust this recently because it's apparent to me now that bad things happen after I get bad dreams). Garr...
7:54 AM Azzie's got style
