about me A loner, although do enjoy the occasional companionship, if you can handle it. Enjoys long term friendships, sensitive, ponders a lot about life and people. Thursday, February 26, 2009
No, I don't want to.
[ 2:20 am ] I woke up with another weird dream this morning. There seems to be a theme in my dreams ... anyways, this was how it went and it was pretty vivid. I found myself walking around a large tent, you know those they use for kenduri? What do you call those? Yeah, that one. Anyways, it was fairly large and had a lot of tables arranged underneath it. The ground was a little soft and muddy. I could see high walls around the garden compound. The tables were decorated ... can't remember the details to it, but on each table were purple favours, that had words embroidered on it. Inside was a ticket to watch some guitarist perform ... and I heard someone saying "At least we didn't get cakes or chocolates". I continued walking around as people start to fill up the place. I remembered it was drizzling. Hmmm ... not a good idea to walk out wearing a nice suit I thought to myself. Someone told me to hurry up or else I'll be late. Hmm ... late for what? I was asked to wait for the car to arrive. Arrive? Who's arriving? A dark coloured Bentley drove through the gates and stopped at the entrance of the tent (still can't find the right word for it). I opened the door, inside the vehicle was a really old Japanese man and woman ... and a woman dressed in white. Oh great, it's THAT kind of dream again. Great, just great I thought to myself. Who is this person? Ha Ha ... joke's on me. Is this some kind of wedding that I'm not aware of? Immediately, I could feel the fear in my heart. No no ... I'm not gonna go through this. I don't even know this person. It's that kind of feeling like you're making one of the biggest mistake of your life. So I told the old woman that I'm not gonna marry her granddaughter. She got angry and I got slapped. "Do you know how far we had to travel?" I remember running away. Daniel took me into his Pajero (what happened to his City?) and we went to an old kopitiam shop house with marble tables. It was an end unit, the ground outside was dusty with laterite soil. He asked, "What's wrong with you?". I didn't really had an answer, all I knew was, I don't want to be married to a stranger. Dreams, they don't have to make sense. Just like this one. 2 comments Archives nothing |
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2 Comments:
perhaps it's some deep seated desire you've been harbouring that's trying to 'break through' the surface ;)
hahaha
February 26, 2009 9:28 am
maybe it's fear :P
February 26, 2009 2:37 pm
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