Sunday, July 02, 2006

Ever Wonder What Your Soap Is Made Of?

I HAVE HAD A DREAM TODAY! LAST NIGHT....

so the dream of dreams started out with me at home, having to go to kel's and watch a movie that i had left/sent there. everyone was there (except ryan) waiting for me, but some how im riding in a cab with my family (da,ma,bro) going to eat somewhere.

when i got out of the cab, it was suddenly night time and i was at this place which is in reality, a 2 minutes STROLL from my house. anyway, we then met up with my bro's girlfriend (what the devil?!?), and she was this average looking china girl, with average everything. at this point of time, im thinking "i need to get the hell outta here", cause im not sure what happened next, but i think i went on a plane or something, trying to get to kel's.

next thing i knew i was in outside on a street that is NOT singapore. it looks like a hill kindda street, with a sort of semi-steep gradient, like 25 degrees or something. single story shops on my right, some of them are open air meaning no roof, and random normal buildings on my left.

so the first thing i did was walk straight, trying to find out where the hell i am and trying to wave for a cab at the same time, but none of them stop for me. after awhile of walking forward, i rang up ryan:

geng:"hey ryan, im lost, cant get to kel's"
ryan:"where are you?"
geng:"i dont know, it looks like im in thailand or bangkok or something"
ryan:"...."
geng:"hello?"
ryan:"....yeah confirm, you're in bangkok"
geng:"....ryan, did you just GPS me?"
ryan:"HAHAHA yeah HAHAHA"
*click*

so now i keep moving forward and i think i bought a cup of tea on the way, until i reached a fork in the road, but not in the way you'd think. imagine this fork "-<" generally its people walking from the left to the right, im walking from right to left, from one of the forks in the road.

anyway, i reach the point of the road that splits up, i look around and everything, but everything looks the same. i tried to wave for cabs again, but no luck there. then theres this group of gangsters that came out and started getting friendly with me, kinda like, smile make jokes with me and laugh. dont know why i dreamt that.

after that im walking back the way i came, still trying to wave for a cab, but nothing so far. now my tea is cold and i barely drank any of it.

when im walking down the slope, this is one of the most vivid, most real part of my dream, i looked up and saw 4 mountains in the distance.

then i phoned kel's place, daniel picked up. i cant remember the conversation, but he was playing with me, talking about random stuff, and he was in the toilet using a cordless phone. after awhile he walked around kel's hallway (imagine a hallway about the length of a lagoona park corridor, having like 5 or 6 small rooms in that hallway) and gave it to kel at the last room. cant remember that conversation either.

i reach this shop that was selling some kind of food (forgot what it was), and i stood there for awhile waving for cabs. there was this middle aged man who probably pwned that shop, he was just sitting there and he told me, "you're never going to get a cab here". "but i need to get a cab to the airport", "you need to go to a hotel, there you can get, come i give you the address".

the man scribles some shit on a small piece of paper and gives it to me. i say "huh? i cant read what you're writing, i'll write it down, you tell me". he was going to say no, but his faceless middle age daughter told him that she wanted to see my handwriting.

so he told me the address, i wrote it down on a smaller piece of paper, like the size of half a passport photo, or the size of jeremy's nipple.

anyway, then i put it in my wallet and the magic of dreams some how got me there. i think i walked there or something.

im unclear what happened at this point, but it involves a rich black woman and her family, which is a couple of kids and a skinny husband. nothing dirty i assure you. the black woman told me i need to find this person called cammie (this i know, the day before i had to find this lady called cammie in my school, took quite some time).

after that its all a blur, its so unclear, but i think the black woman help me out alot, transport me here and there. i think there were zombies involved, but that could just be another dream.

after that the only thing i can remember was that i appear in a ground appartment, highway outside a single window, me with kel and my ex-tuition teacher, kwang wei. we were all sitting on wooden fold-up chairs, around a wooden fold-up table, and we were all slowly eating chocolate that was on this table.

kel was rapidly insulting rich people, i remember trying to counter him, but he fucked me up but good. kwang wei was reading a magezine or newspaper, completely quiet. after awhile of eating chocolate, kel took this piece of paper or something and threw it out of the window, expecting the wind to carry it away. the wind brought it out, but pulled it back int the appartment through the window, and kel said, FUCK! and i said to kel

geng:"so kel, you got watch the-"
kel:"7 to 9"
geng:"so you got watch the movie?"
kel:"7 to 9 avril lavigne's album" (what the devil?!?)
geng:"so did you watch that movie?"
kel:"no we didnt watch"

after that, kwang wei is driving a car and still reading that magezine/newspaper, i was sitting in the car with him, while kel was outside, WALKING NEXT TO THE CAR. it looked like one of those ford cars back during kennedy's time.

so we're cruising around bangkok, kel was walking next to the car and talking to me, kwang wei was driving with his eyes always on the magezine/newspaper. at some point, i told kwang wei he should slow down or let kel into the car, cause he was getting abit far back. kwang wei didnt respond, and kel eventually caught up with us.

we came to a stop some time after that and i took out a binoculars. there was a crowd around some kind of huge truck. i looked into my binoculars and look who was on top of the truck. it was cammie on top of the truck, she was this middle age woman.

and i wake up....

2 Comments:

Blogger cruehax said...

that is one really really fucked tub dream. LOL.
welcome to the club.>>

9:08 am  
Blogger Phantasmagoria said...

i remember the surroundings for some queer reason, hell, if i can borrow your artistic skills, i would draw my dream world out for y'all to see

3:06 am  

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