Funny dream | Friday, March 10, 2006
Yesterday, I was told to meet at Ubi. I was like, "Ubi, did he mean ubin or what?"
And after some questioning, I finally realized where Ubi was.
"EUNOS SAY EUNOS LA! DON'T GIVE ME SOME FUNNY NAME. I AM A WESTERNER, OKAY!"
So, I was walking aimlessly in the Eunos district, from Eunos crescent to erm...the place where they film 'The Maid'. It's a bit far to walk from Eunos Mrt to Roxy square 2. Dang.
Oh, I shall never eat Tissue prata again. Not that it taste bad, it's SUGAR-LOADED. It's so bloody sweet la. If I eat a piece a day, I swear I'll get diabetes faster than Shaun. Not good!
(And I didn't know you can't bring alcohol to a muslim shop.)
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It's been a long time since I had a dream like this. It's a change from those dreams where I found myself taking a chinese exam paper, and I was terribly unprepared for it, as usual. My rational mind will then kick in and convince me that I am in polytechnic and I don't have something called Chinese. Gawd, I hate those dreams.
It's a really strange dream, and you may think I am mad seriously. I don't know whether I should tell you or not, guess I'll just cut the details.
I dreamt that after my death, I went to purgatory.
Yes, Purgatory. Brace yourself folks, things are getting weird from now onwards!
(Listen to me. Click your Back button while you can.)
The dream started when I fell back to sleep after a mad saleswoman woke me up and asked if I wanted to buy a bicycle seat. And I died in the beginning of this dream...through a fiery explosion. (not my preferred way to die, mind you.)
Purgatory's entourage is something I never expected. It's futuristic and metallic, clean and cold. Think of many roads looping and interlinking from every direction possible, like a untidy ball of string. The sky is perpetually dark and smoky.
People were taking coaches -those holiday buses- and they were going in circles, returning to the starting point over and over. After my first dog-chasing-own-tail loop, I was frustrated and told everyone to drop off from the bus. No one listened. So, carrying all my belongings, I dropped off the bus with another guy that decided to follow me.
There were two tiny cars parked nearby. I had to leave all my worldly belongings behind, because there weren't enough space to fit them. I knew I had to get out from there, I was seeking for God. Leaving my stuffs behind, I drove through a narrow passage way. (For some reason, I have my rationality in this dream. And I drove like it was driving Daytona. Quite fun, I must say.)
Fast forward to second phase, I found myself in a camp with many other people. This was the longest part(and the most fuzzy) of the dream, it was something similiar to a church camp and I remembered myself eating a lot. Oh, gluttonous me. I remembered myself recalling all the scriptures I read in the bible. And I was asking myself, "What the heck am I still doing here." I prayed for Jesus to pick me up. The 'camp' was supposed to prove something(which I forgot what it was) and I passed.
And with that tiny car, I drove to the third phase. It was a sophisicated laboratory with snow-white walls, and I was told to put a grafted skullcap over my head. The person wearing a labcoat(I suppose he's a scientist) told me I was borned with a better brain than average people and questioned why I didn't put it to good use.
Dang. What the hell...
And flashbacks of my life appeared in my head, and guess what.
I woke up from my dream! (That's one anti-climax.)
SEE! I told you my dream was strange! Can anyone tell me how purgatory look like, most of us can imagine heaven or hell. But purgatory? I am confused.
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I blogged at 2:30 PM
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About Me
Name: Clement
Age: 20
Status: Single, and on hiatus
Interest: Writing, Maids, Animes
Currently: National Service
Located at: Purgatory
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A tinge of creativity transcends reality into a beautiful fantasy
I am too modest a wizard to reveal the full extent of my capabilities
If you can't seduce a woman, you won't be able to write a novel either
Speaking to God is prayer, God speaking to you is schizophrenia
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