DFR
Dogs were dancing, standing up straight. What has the world come to?
DFR #16, I was engaged..
to Emma. We even took group photos of the whole lot of the 2 families.
Silly dream.
DFR #17. The Floating Balloon.
I have dreamed of floating across a room, or near the ground from one point to another. But with you, ones before seems incomparable to I what I felt when I held in my arms, floating across the sky.
It was a mildly sunny day outside. Just the way we have always liked it.
The skies were clear and blue with patches of cotton-white clouds. The pavements were clean along the neighboring houses saturated with whites and yellows. It seemed familiar for me, although I was sure we’ve never been there.
We saw my mom and brother, which we chatted for awhile. It didn’t last long.
I could wait no longer to do what my impulsive mind just told me to. My heart beats faster, excited over it. I couldn’t resist it the small talk to explain to anyone, and so I took you hand.
We raced across the street. I hurried you up, and I knew you were annoyed. But I just had to. I knew I had to built the momentum of what comes after. I gave you a grin, “Trust me on this one”.
I somehow knew where they were, across the street from where we stood before. I closed my eyes and grabbed them. They were balloons.
“No matter what, I’m gonna hold this tighter than you will ever get a hold on me”,
We leapt, as you gave me your warm embrace.
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Thursday, 5 May 2011
DFR #14. The Tsunami.
As I lay awake on my bed, I was aware that something was tingling my conscious mind. I looked out the window from where I lay as per my habit of waking up. Blue. As if the whole world was tinted in blue. I just had to get out of bed and see what my heart was telling me.
I stormed off my apartment room and went straight for the balcony. Hastily, I opened the door and immediately looked around, expecting the worse of my weary feeling before. And so I thought.
The streets were covered in white patches of what appears to be snow. Except the rare one-off occasion of hailstorms, I don’t think it has ever snowed before, not that the earlier mentioned would even considered to be snowing. I knew something was off.
In the corner of my eye, I could sense something was moving in closer from a far, in all directions. As I widened my vision and put my head up off the roads, my feeling was right.
Water. A black sludge of building debris, dirt and trees, busy streets, and living beings, submerging everything it drags off the surface of the earth.
The apartment is tall enough, though. The high tide couldn’t reach the 22nd floor. I felt sort of lucky.
What happened next made me rush on things and panicked. Our apartment door has no lock, apparently. People started barging in, trying to get whatever food left we have without hesitating to ask politely. I would gladly share with them if they would’ve asked. But their barbaric response towards the disaster has played with my temper, if I have any at the time.
I asked the housemates to shoo them away as I gathered as many food as possible left and put them into containers and sealed them away.
I walked out the apartment door to see the reaction of other people towards the disaster. The floor hall was slightly bigger and wider than it normally is somehow, somewhat dirtier. Probably because people have been running around, Heaven knows what they did that for. Maybe the same thing as I was.
I saw a familiar face from across the hall. It was ET. I knew for sure she has never been my neighbor, but strangely, I felt she always have. She always dresses nice, and look good too for that matter. Even at times like that. I looked over her apartment quickly. It was quite spacious from the outside. But I felt weird coming in to check out someone’s apartment at times like that, so I excused myself and went back in mine.
I rushed to the balcony to see what the conditions were like, and it caught me by surprise. The water has subsided, leaving everything in ruins.
People’s responses towards disasters like these, sometimes they could just snap and let loose. Exactly what happened. From the balcony, I could see people running around with guns and ammos, grabbing appliances and other people’s stuff off them. Somehow the grounds of Melbourne has become a war zone on its own.
I was then given a sort of GPS tracking systems by one of the neighbors, to keep track of where they are when they’re out there in the war zone. I saw a few people dying from that GPS, losing their signals, flashing red one at a time as they get killed. Somehow looking at people dying on a GPS screen kinda demeans the whole idea of death, for me.
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Wednesday, 4 May 2011
DFR #14
Saw a cat eating the head of its own newborn offspring. Probably because I accidentally touched the thing’s head. Who knew that it was about to gave birth at the start anyway?
Strangely, there was hardly any blood.
DFR #13
I think last night would be the first time I have ever dreamed of an earthquake.
The sun has almost set. Lights turned on inside our apartment. In the slightly blown up sized of what is my tiny bedroom, me and my company were getting all cosy. She got a bit touchy with me, and so did I to her. I left her by the desk to let her fiddle with my MBP to go wash up. When I came back, she was already lying on her back. Her brunette colored hair covering my pillow, made it smell like the product she used to maintain that asset of hers. I grabbed her by the hand and slowly weigh in.. she got the hint. Suddenly though, the bed, which apparently had wheels under it, slowly rocked side to side. If you think that’s good, think again. We haven’t even started on anything. The whole room shook and things started to rattle. We got up and opened the door, it was the same outside. She hugged me as tight as she could as I held on to the door frames. For a second.. I thought we were goners. Or so we thought. Intact. Everything in its place. As if nothing ever happens.
After a whole earthquake of around 2 minutes or so,
virtually nothing broke.
Life goes on, but what gives?
DFR #12
Charlie Sheen hired back by WB for Two and a Half Men.
Really, everybody wins.
(Source: notsykedforthevortex)
DFR #11
The apartment has been a wreck for ages, in the dream. A small so-called two bedroom apartment where the rooms lack doors for entry but instead some curtains. Privacy was an issue. But it didn’t stop me from having friends over for some fun-lovin sessions. Particularly girls.
I’ve gotta say, she was getting her way with me. Quick glances of IOI has been spotted, of course, followed up by discreet gestures of affection. It doesn’t take long for all that contained attraction to burst. After she started whispering and played a bit in my ear with her Italian native tongue, I couldn’t delay much longer. I took her by the arms, swept her off her feet, and she was under my cover.
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Brother’s, at a certain point of each soul’s life, could have been rather an annoyance. And mine seemingly picked just exactly the right time, this time.
He opened the curtain, and started teasing us. I shooed him away, of course. The harder I try, the more annoying he gets. Finally, I snapped.
I never threw a huge load of my voice, and strength, to anyone. But this time with him, I did. Faces turning red then blue, voices lifted pitch high, and stuff from the on point to the other end. In the end, he went out.
I chased after him. Followed him down to the elevator. My heart still pumping like a mad dog set on fire.
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DFR#10
Been having crazily exhausting adventures these past few days. From web-swinging superhero action, betrayals, and - weirdly enough - the inclusion of a certain style blogger assisting in defeating the much chased-after big boss.
Not sure if it was all the running and constant encounters with fear itself inside the dreamworld or the slightly rising temperature inside my bedroom, but I kept on waking up in the middle of the night sweating.
I’ve always considered sleeping as a way to stop myself from pondering on my stressing matters. But lately, these dreamerland adventures turns into a psychological thriller slash action packed escapade on its own right…somehow bordering on being nightmares,if I may add.
I just want a rest, brain.
DFR#9
After a grueling and gory fight with some crazy Japanese dude which could be stopped multiplying himself by jumping off the second floor and drop kicked his so-called heart contained in a fish tank,
I woke up being reminded that we always need to have a purpose in living life and plan ahead.
Surviving present battles is priority, but what comes next?
