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Sunday, October 09, 2005

another fucked up dream.

In this one i was something like an assistant to a crime reporter investigating crimes around the neighbourhood. so we were in this house that a murder was just committed, i dont know why or how but we were waiting for the police. As we were walking from one room to another she suddendly pointed to a very super wudi large guitar case. She motioned me over and started to open. it was really freaking huge, and after we open we found ANOTHER guitar case inside it. and then after she opened it was anotehr guitar case. i remmeber her telling me 'why did he need such a huge guitar case for?' anyway there was guitar cases within guitar cases and when we were down to the last one she opened it and i scared so i looked away. then she suddendly looked up and looked SOOOOOO frightened and ran out of the room. i stood there stunned. i still didnt know what was inside because it was not facing me. but suddendly i felt damn scared myself and felt like i had to get the hell out of there. so i faster ran out after her and told her we should go, she told me admist her screamings 'no use, he;'s already here'. wtf. i ran back to the room utterly petrified, it was like waiting for death. then i looked at the window, it was not locked. so i dunno why but i just reached for the window and opened it and tried to climb out of it. this was how i remmeber so clearly we were on the 2nd floor, so the distance isnt huge. as i was climbing out it was asif she knew wat i was trying to do and kept screaming 'too late, too late'. i was FUCKING SCARED at that point and just sort of like slip my body down. you know in some hdb flats there's a huge ledge or somehting in between stories. somehow and I don;t know how, as i slip down i managed to somehow hold onto the thin ledge in between the ground and the 2nd storey using only my 10 fingers. as i looked down there were like 4 guys passing by and chatting. i didnt know them. i called out to them for help(while hands still on the ledge) and they looked up and were laughing. completley oblivious to my situation. anyway i said something like 'if you dont wnana help it's fine' and jumped down. unhurt. that seem to somehow piss them off and THEY start chasing after me. i ran and ran and they caught up after me. i struggled away and ran again, they caught up again. this happened quite a few times. all this while i rmemeber they were constantly laughing. somehting like torturing me. didnt stop me from running away but the speed they chased after me was like a race between a car and a human. anyway. after a few times this happen i dont know what happen but the dream like resetted itself at the point again where i was hanging by the ledge. suddendly i was at that ledge again. i looked down, seeing the 4 guys passing by again. For some reason, I REMEMBERED what happened previously before, meaning i remembered how the 4 guys went after me also. This time i didnt call out to them for help, but there was this huge construction pillar or something quite near me. i jumped and hug on to that almost jackie chan style. and i landed unhurt. again. so i started running. i could feel they were onto me again, but this time i had a big big lead over them. for some reason i remembered it was raining at that point. i ran and ran and ran and ran until i forgot how much i ran. i passed by a field when i suddendly saw one of my secondary school classmate there playing soccer. wtf. i told him that if someone asked for me say no. he say ok. i remeber all throughout that conversation i didnt stop running. suddendly, i was the busstop near my house. there was people. walking. for the first time in that dream i felt safe. but not quite. because all throughout i felt like i was a fugutive. one of the last few things i remember was what should i do now. i certainly couldnt go home because whoever or whatever it was hunting for me. i was totally drenched and peniless and didnt know what to do. the feeling was like being a sole survivor in a war. And then i woke up.

[ kyrre ] | 3:58 AM | Comment(s)

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