Tuesday, September 23, 2003
i had the strangest dream just now... i'll try to tell it in chronological order..
the scene began somewhat half in sch and half out of it. there was some competition going on *think 'singapore's brainiest kid'* and ernest was standing on one of those thinggies as well as *vaguely* other people and strangely, ying heng... i left the LT/competition arena and ended up in the canteen (which seemed abnormally large), where i was strolling aimlessly around and checking out ppl selling stuff at the back of the canteen, some of which looked suspiciously like the artwork outside the artroom (in particular, the curvy orangy-red one which marie-anne remarked might fall to pieces should we touch it).
next thing i knew, i was talking to ying heng n he kept giving those meaningful glances over my shoulder :p exasperated, i finally turned n saw tt ernest was behind a way with a group of friends (he hadn't noticed me). naturally, as anything is natural in a dream, ying heng was no longer there when i turned back. awkwardly, i walked around a little, shy maybe? not being able to stand it any longer, i went up the spiral staircase (the one in the concourse, if i may be so bold as to call it spiral) and found some strange sights above.
in recollection, there were people about... those in rj uniform and those not in uni but in strangely 'water-coloured' clothes of lighter shades of blue, orange, pink, purple, yellow etc. all melded and swirled into one. curiously enough, all seemed to be in possesion of a watergun =P somehow or other, i obtained a gun fr one of the 'rj-uniformed' kids (at which point i came to notice tt i was in uniform as well), n ascended the stairs 'FBI-style'. Which is to say, clutching the watergun with both hands, arms close to my chest and swinging it around when i turn the corner to aim at potential "enemies"... lol.
The rest of it went by pretty quickly, with white&green ppl walking past me with one or more 'palette' ppl in tow or vice versa... by this time my dreaming mind was going "oh this is a game n i'm on e rj side" even while my dreaming self was in an inordinate state of agitation and nervously squirting at passing players (whether or not they were on my side n b4 i cld tell if they'd been 'captured' or not). I might as well make mention of the hall, which as cordoned off by raffia string, the destination towards which all the captors and captives seemed to be heading. Inside was just a blur of white, green and multi-coloured people (to my dream self at any rate) where i suppose some sort of game was taking place :p
anyway, the whole of it was more or less suffused with this vague impression of ernest looking for me and i, drifting purposelessly... it ended with me being chased by abt 10ppl (strangely a mix of both sides) shooting water at me and i knowing i was soaked without even the slightest sensation of being wet...
bizarre... but it is a dream after all and dreams will be dreams :)
haven't heard/spoken/seen ernest in a lloonnnnnnnngggggggg time though... remind me not to eat mee siam before going to sleep ;p lol.
"Dreams give us permission to deeply experience our feelings by providing images and situations that evoke these feelings. In our dreams it seems as if the images and situations give rise to the feelings, but, in fact, it is the feelings that give rise to the images and situations."
-- L. Sarasohn
so i'm feeling........... nervous? stressed? where in the world does mr.E come in?!?!?! =P
or maybe...
"Who so regardeth dreams is like him that catcheth at a shadow, and followeth after the wind.
[Ecclesiasticus 34:2]"
so i shouldn't think abt it too much since it's not real anyway...? ?:p
Ah welll...... Here's an "if" question!
"If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?"
-- Thomas Lovell Beddoes
i'd buy the widest expanse of my imagination and dream that which i cannot living be...
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