I recently watched Avengers. And by recently I meant, the day it showed in Manila, Philippines which was last April. Soon after watching Avengers, I had a conversation with all Marvel superheroes comic books geek that filled me in with all information about Avengers; the members, different versions, versus x-men. Before that we played an Xbox game involving teamwork and Marvel heroes where we were once the Fantastic Four group and the X-men group.
I'm telling you this to explain why I had this dream that I will describe next. It didn't happen exactly after Avengers but I dreamt it when I came back to Jakarta which was early May. I'll try to recall as many events as possible.
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It was like any normal day in a dream where you don't know how you get there and no back story of your character. From what I remember, I was a normal person until suddenly I saw this girl who was a cryo..person.. basically ice controlling person and I began to chase her. Apparently I was a pyro .. person.. the fire controlling person so I imagine myself as the Phoenix superhero character.
I was chasing her around to keep her from disrupting the city since she was sliding away making ice tracks while she was running away from me. Soon we were by the street and I noticed Tony Stark and Hugh Jackman about to enter a car from perhaps a red carpet event. They were dressed casual but they appeared sharp and clean.
The ice girl turned around and smiled at me seemingly teasing me about something. I panicked and shouted her to stop but, as I feared, she zipped past through the two men after whispering something to them. Her movement was too fast for normal human being to have noticed but her presence was surely noticed by those two superheroes. I followed and soon my conscience was switched and became hers.
I threw two small ice cubes at the car the men were about to enter as a sign that I was there. An invitation to follow. Then I was back to be the fire woman. It was a miracle that I could catch up with the ice girl because as I recall, I shouldn't have super speed. Just fire. At the time I was afraid that the two men would be chasing us soon so I wanted to catch her and end it all before trouble doubled.
Soon we reached an old looking bricked wall buildings built especially for comic books to have people fight by them so it can get destroyed. But we met with a Hulk. He wasn't like the green Hulk I saw in Avengers. He was much smaller, still human height only as big and if I recall, his color was purple. Somehow I knew this person was Hulk and he was dangerously strong and I need to defeat him.
Ice and fire joined power to fight off the purple Hulk while this man was on his way to one of the room in the building that appeared to be a bathroom so he can start showering. He noticed us and began to fight back because ice girl failed to capture him by icing him. We began the chase but as we were about to chase, we noticed Ironman and Wolverine. Both on higher ground as we are.
In my mind, I wasn't sure if Hulk was their friends or not but if he was, I knew I'd be outnumbered especially since cryo girl wasn't my partner in the first place. I still needed to capture her.
"How did you find us?" I asked them.
Ironman made a lazy gesture, "I bugged you with a tracking device when you passed by us."
Nobody was moving but I knew there was tension building up. I looked at cryo and she wasn't looking like she would be fighting. In a split second, we began to run away. Cryo on one side, me on the other side. I silently prayed that I would be fast enough to outrun them and hoped that Ironman wasn't the one who was chasing me because I might not be able to outrun his jet-speed.
I used all my fire power to burst myself forward like a rocket and I found myself walking along the road that seemed to be part of some type of Anime land particularly Detective Conan section. There were plenty of golf carts running around for people to tour around the area while still be able to take pictures conveniently.
I quickly run away into the nearby store shop filled with posters of different manga and anime. I saw some posters of Detective Conan in there also mixed with Snoopy and Woodstock. Pretty random stuff. I also noticed a number of children in the store and adults with touristy hats filling up the store. I silently prayed that Hugh Jackman wouldn't notice I was there. Stupidly, I was distracted by the store itself. I read Detective Conan so I wanted to take a look around to the second floor which caused me to walk past the entrance door where Hugh Jackman happened to stand at.
He saw me. I saw him. I pretended that I wasn't the person he chased so I casually walked into another room and locked it from the inside while desperately searching for a way out. Apparently, while I was doing so, a car sped up and hit Hugh Jackman. While he was distracted, I found a gap on a window that required a little climbing. I decided I'd risk being stuck than being caught in that small room with the man that was chasing me.
Miraculously I managed to escape through the window and found myself on a green grassed field by a cliff. A few children in their private school uniforms were seen running around and I noticed, somehow, that one of them was Wolverine's daughter. I didn't know how I knew but I did. She was about to fall off the cliff and I was there just in time to save her.
Well, not really. We both started to fall off the cliff and Hugh Jackman saw us when he looked over the window but because of my power, we didn't have any scratched when I landed both of us safely on the ground. Hugh Jackman soon caught up with us and we were all at the bottom of a cliff which was still green grassy area with a river running beside it. We were at the river banks when we had a little conversation.
The daughter explained that she was supposed to go down anyway since her school was there for some sort of school trip and she was excited to see the waterfall that was somewhere at the end of the river. It was quite shallow so there were people already wading through the water.
At this point, the girl began to run towards her friends and I too, sensing the danger of being left alone with her father - my chaser, followed her.
"Wait."
I turned around getting ready to run in case anything bad might happen.
"Thanks for saving my daughter." He said. He didn't appear to be dangerous at the time. "You don't seem to be a bad person so I will stop chasing you but I do want some explanation."
"Sure." I answered. "But I'd like to see the waterfall myself."
I continued my way to where everybody was and walked over the stone edges that states where the waterfall road started. There were small bushes on the side and the path itself was a knee length water we had to wade through. Fortunately, I was able to fly so I hovered above the bushes while cautiously getting myself ready in case of an attack by tiny dinosaurs - which, the 'me' dream knew existed in that area.
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Unfortunately the dream pretty much ended there. I assure you, the whole chase scene was much scary and intense in my dream than what I have described here but the details were pretty much true. And after this dream I had a short infatuation with Wolverine played by Hugh Jackman. It was a short one that was soon replaced due to another dream I'll write about soon...
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Mar 18, 2012
Dream: Bodyguard
This dream reminds me of the Millenium Actress sequence where the girl goes from one film to another only by a simple transition. It was so all over the place so I'll try my best to remember.
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I was being followed by a man. A man that, in my head, was like my imagination version of the Butler in Artemis Fowl books. Technically, he doesn't mean me any harm though I wasn't sure if he did or not. His look was intimidating that I didn't dare to stop and ask him why he was following me.
From what I can remember, he was already following me when I was in a place that looked like a school building. For some reason, I had papers or homework to do that my teacher was expecting me to submit so I was trying to avoid the man but at the same time trying to finish the questions. I had friends there that were questioning me why I was panicking and trying to look for places to hide. I couldn't explain to them because I felt like there wasn't enough time before the man caught up with me.
Somehow, as I was going through different doors and rooms, I stumbled across a room that looked like a boiler room or the mechanical room. The place was quite dark and I had a harder time to see my way through to find a new hiding place. I couldn't see the man, but I knew that he was still following me. There was an old man wearing the stained mechanics overall and he was trying to fix some leaking pipe.
Then, through another door, I was at an house district where the window was old structural looking with flower pots on the small balconies. Somewhere in my brain I felt that this guy was my bodyguard but somewhere in my heart, I was afraid of him. He was walking slow for a man that's chasing me around but that's because he was looking for me and carefully eying places that I would be.
I was far ahead of him and I saw a couple of women through the window as I walked down the housing district. They were a couple of old women. One was the house keeper and one was the richer person. And somehow I knew them and it felt like I was the princess that's been missing (similar to Anastasia story where the grandmother was looking for her). So I went through their window and hopefully be able to hide from the man.
The women didn't know about this man I was hiding from but I was still busy ducking down when there were windows because the whole house felt like a long apartment on its second floor. I heard the man's voice and he mentioned my name (though I can't remember what it was). I was sure that he was missing so I felt calmer and began to get ready to learn all about Russia from the old rich woman. (me being the lost princess Anastasia).
I was studying on how to pronounce some "Russian" words (not sure if it really was Russian) and there was a couple of books that teaches how to speak in several languages. Then the old woman brought me to another room that went down a flight of stairs and I had a vision that the man that was following me would be my teacher for self defense. I tried to tell the woman that he's the one that's been chasing me all this time but it was too late. The man was there and he was wearing a karate outfit and he started to chase me.
I ran through all these weird pathways that's really high up. I had to balance through ropes and other surfaces in order to run away from him but I couldn't get pass the rope way and that's when the man caught up with me. He was dressed differently and looked differently like he was on disguise to be the mentor of self defense for me. He talked about how to walk pass the rope.
Then he suddenly pretended to be bleeding using this small bottle that he used to squeeze red water out. I knew about that bottle so I tried to get it from him but he hid it in his shirt so I tried to get it still and he started laughing and I started laughing. He had a hairy chest... So then I started feeling that he's not a bad person after all and that I started to like him. He's like a dad that was just trying to protect me or something.
Out of nowhere, we were outside the house where there was trees alongside the pathways that we were following with a bicycle. I saw a couple of people and it seems like there was a distraught version of me that was just here but she came from one side of a tree, and my "new friends" were going to the other side of the tree so I followed them instead.
As we were riding bicycles together, I got news that the old woman that I used to stay with got really lonely and decided to drown herself. I was shocked that she killed herself and I got really sad. That's when I remembered that the "me" that I met earlier was distraught probably because of this news and apparently we circled the path and we were back to the tree where I saw myself earlier.
Suddenly, I couldn't find my bodyguard man yet I still felt really sad both from the old woman's death news and the fact that he was missing after I began to like him. I started looking for him now and it seemed like I went back to the different places I went through when I was escaping from him. What's weird is that I saw people on my way to search for him. When they asked me where I was going (since I was going moving backwards to where I started), I told them that I was looking for my bodyguard and if they've seen him. For some reason they acted weird and suspicious saying that he's possibly not behind that door I was going through, and the door itself was pretty heavy.
Noticing the suspicion, it motivated me to go through the door even more and I started to search for him more frantically. More people suddenly appeared and I went back to where the school-like area was and the people that I met along the way were there. I asked them where my bodyguard was and I got even more scared and sad. There were new people I never seen before and they were wearing suit / uniform.
One of the girls I was "close" with broke out the news that the bodyguard wasn't real. He was some sort of character that everyone was playing to make me believe that he exist. There was a company that was doing some sort of test on me and they were playing with my emotion. Some sort of psychology test.
I was really sad and I think I got mad and began to destroy things but I didn't remember.
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And that was the end of my dream. I woke up feeling really sad. I began to like that bodyguard but he wasn't real.. That thought really made me sad..
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I was being followed by a man. A man that, in my head, was like my imagination version of the Butler in Artemis Fowl books. Technically, he doesn't mean me any harm though I wasn't sure if he did or not. His look was intimidating that I didn't dare to stop and ask him why he was following me.
From what I can remember, he was already following me when I was in a place that looked like a school building. For some reason, I had papers or homework to do that my teacher was expecting me to submit so I was trying to avoid the man but at the same time trying to finish the questions. I had friends there that were questioning me why I was panicking and trying to look for places to hide. I couldn't explain to them because I felt like there wasn't enough time before the man caught up with me.
Somehow, as I was going through different doors and rooms, I stumbled across a room that looked like a boiler room or the mechanical room. The place was quite dark and I had a harder time to see my way through to find a new hiding place. I couldn't see the man, but I knew that he was still following me. There was an old man wearing the stained mechanics overall and he was trying to fix some leaking pipe.
Then, through another door, I was at an house district where the window was old structural looking with flower pots on the small balconies. Somewhere in my brain I felt that this guy was my bodyguard but somewhere in my heart, I was afraid of him. He was walking slow for a man that's chasing me around but that's because he was looking for me and carefully eying places that I would be.
I was far ahead of him and I saw a couple of women through the window as I walked down the housing district. They were a couple of old women. One was the house keeper and one was the richer person. And somehow I knew them and it felt like I was the princess that's been missing (similar to Anastasia story where the grandmother was looking for her). So I went through their window and hopefully be able to hide from the man.
The women didn't know about this man I was hiding from but I was still busy ducking down when there were windows because the whole house felt like a long apartment on its second floor. I heard the man's voice and he mentioned my name (though I can't remember what it was). I was sure that he was missing so I felt calmer and began to get ready to learn all about Russia from the old rich woman. (me being the lost princess Anastasia).
I was studying on how to pronounce some "Russian" words (not sure if it really was Russian) and there was a couple of books that teaches how to speak in several languages. Then the old woman brought me to another room that went down a flight of stairs and I had a vision that the man that was following me would be my teacher for self defense. I tried to tell the woman that he's the one that's been chasing me all this time but it was too late. The man was there and he was wearing a karate outfit and he started to chase me.
I ran through all these weird pathways that's really high up. I had to balance through ropes and other surfaces in order to run away from him but I couldn't get pass the rope way and that's when the man caught up with me. He was dressed differently and looked differently like he was on disguise to be the mentor of self defense for me. He talked about how to walk pass the rope.
Then he suddenly pretended to be bleeding using this small bottle that he used to squeeze red water out. I knew about that bottle so I tried to get it from him but he hid it in his shirt so I tried to get it still and he started laughing and I started laughing. He had a hairy chest... So then I started feeling that he's not a bad person after all and that I started to like him. He's like a dad that was just trying to protect me or something.
Out of nowhere, we were outside the house where there was trees alongside the pathways that we were following with a bicycle. I saw a couple of people and it seems like there was a distraught version of me that was just here but she came from one side of a tree, and my "new friends" were going to the other side of the tree so I followed them instead.
As we were riding bicycles together, I got news that the old woman that I used to stay with got really lonely and decided to drown herself. I was shocked that she killed herself and I got really sad. That's when I remembered that the "me" that I met earlier was distraught probably because of this news and apparently we circled the path and we were back to the tree where I saw myself earlier.
Suddenly, I couldn't find my bodyguard man yet I still felt really sad both from the old woman's death news and the fact that he was missing after I began to like him. I started looking for him now and it seemed like I went back to the different places I went through when I was escaping from him. What's weird is that I saw people on my way to search for him. When they asked me where I was going (since I was going moving backwards to where I started), I told them that I was looking for my bodyguard and if they've seen him. For some reason they acted weird and suspicious saying that he's possibly not behind that door I was going through, and the door itself was pretty heavy.
Noticing the suspicion, it motivated me to go through the door even more and I started to search for him more frantically. More people suddenly appeared and I went back to where the school-like area was and the people that I met along the way were there. I asked them where my bodyguard was and I got even more scared and sad. There were new people I never seen before and they were wearing suit / uniform.
One of the girls I was "close" with broke out the news that the bodyguard wasn't real. He was some sort of character that everyone was playing to make me believe that he exist. There was a company that was doing some sort of test on me and they were playing with my emotion. Some sort of psychology test.
I was really sad and I think I got mad and began to destroy things but I didn't remember.
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And that was the end of my dream. I woke up feeling really sad. I began to like that bodyguard but he wasn't real.. That thought really made me sad..
Mar 6, 2012
Dream A Little Dream: Tintin
I did fell in love with the movie Adventures of Tintin when it came out and I would have watched it for the 3rd time in the theater had it not have ran out of screen time. I knew Tintin way before he was a movie. I read his comic books that belonged to my sisters which was in Bahasa Indonesia. At the time he was simply a character drawn in 2D with a dog that has entertaining thoughts.
Once he popped out in the movie, he was much more than a character, he was Tintin, the man Tintin. Oddly enough, it took me several months before I finally dreamt of him.
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I was at an abandoned house along with a man who is apparently my friend. We were searching for a girl who's been having trouble and we were helping her look for something. At some point we were looking at her dog or at her pet. It was quite vague what animal we were looking for but from what I could remember, the missing animal had something to do with a dead person. We knew someone was dead but we didn't see any body. We searched around and eventually we found it and we brought what we found to the person that looked like the mother.
She was going to let us stay longer but then we remembered that we left a dog (that in my mind became Snowy) and a goldfish at home. Apparently we've left the house for days now and we didn't assign anyone to feed them so we got really worried and decided to ride a motorcycle home.
Unfortunately it was raining but it didn't matter. We rode the motorbike anyway and my friend suddenly became Tintin in his signature blue sweater and I rode behind him. Because the road was really slippery due to the rain, I had to hold on tight and I wrapped my arms around him. It felt nice and squee!!
Things suddenly changed and suddenly we were at another place that looked a bit similar to where we were from. This time I was seeing through the eyes of Tintin and it was the time when we just found the item/animal that the girl was looking for and instead of following me and the girl outside of the room, he stayed inside and began searching for the dead man's body.
He found the body underneath a broken wood flooring and turned it around to see what really killed him. At this point, Tintin was looking down, concentrating on searching for clues and he didn't see that someone was behind him and whacked his head, causing him to lose consciousness. I didn't know that he was hidden underneath that floorboard so I wondered where Tintin went but no one around could tell me where he was.
I went around and searched for him, even went into the room where he was hidden at but there was no way for me to know that he was unconscious. In the end I woke up without finding where mickey was.
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I was left with the feeling of longing again and suddenly I was overwhelmed with the aching feeling of wanting to see Tintin or watch the movie again. My head is filled with the thought of Tintin's girlfriend. Of course there wasn't any time in the book I've read that hinted an existence for a love interest / female character that's Tintin's age. All the characters he met in comic books are mostly only for that story and even if they do appear in other comics they're mostly guys with the exclusion of the lovely opera singer.
This made me imagine what it would be like if Tintin were to be my boyfriend / if he were to have a girlfriend. It's much more fun if I get to imagine myself being the girlfriend though. So I'll leave my thought to wonder how Tintin and I get together and what kind of boyfriend he would be.
Once he popped out in the movie, he was much more than a character, he was Tintin, the man Tintin. Oddly enough, it took me several months before I finally dreamt of him.
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I was at an abandoned house along with a man who is apparently my friend. We were searching for a girl who's been having trouble and we were helping her look for something. At some point we were looking at her dog or at her pet. It was quite vague what animal we were looking for but from what I could remember, the missing animal had something to do with a dead person. We knew someone was dead but we didn't see any body. We searched around and eventually we found it and we brought what we found to the person that looked like the mother.
She was going to let us stay longer but then we remembered that we left a dog (that in my mind became Snowy) and a goldfish at home. Apparently we've left the house for days now and we didn't assign anyone to feed them so we got really worried and decided to ride a motorcycle home.
Unfortunately it was raining but it didn't matter. We rode the motorbike anyway and my friend suddenly became Tintin in his signature blue sweater and I rode behind him. Because the road was really slippery due to the rain, I had to hold on tight and I wrapped my arms around him. It felt nice and squee!!
Things suddenly changed and suddenly we were at another place that looked a bit similar to where we were from. This time I was seeing through the eyes of Tintin and it was the time when we just found the item/animal that the girl was looking for and instead of following me and the girl outside of the room, he stayed inside and began searching for the dead man's body.
He found the body underneath a broken wood flooring and turned it around to see what really killed him. At this point, Tintin was looking down, concentrating on searching for clues and he didn't see that someone was behind him and whacked his head, causing him to lose consciousness. I didn't know that he was hidden underneath that floorboard so I wondered where Tintin went but no one around could tell me where he was.
I went around and searched for him, even went into the room where he was hidden at but there was no way for me to know that he was unconscious. In the end I woke up without finding where mickey was.
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I was left with the feeling of longing again and suddenly I was overwhelmed with the aching feeling of wanting to see Tintin or watch the movie again. My head is filled with the thought of Tintin's girlfriend. Of course there wasn't any time in the book I've read that hinted an existence for a love interest / female character that's Tintin's age. All the characters he met in comic books are mostly only for that story and even if they do appear in other comics they're mostly guys with the exclusion of the lovely opera singer.
This made me imagine what it would be like if Tintin were to be my boyfriend / if he were to have a girlfriend. It's much more fun if I get to imagine myself being the girlfriend though. So I'll leave my thought to wonder how Tintin and I get together and what kind of boyfriend he would be.
Mar 2, 2012
Dream A Little Dream: Water
From what I remember, this dream was influenced by my weekend trip at Danasan since there was a time where I was swimming with my clothes on. Let me try to recount the dream steps:
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I was on a journey towards some place. It was dark so I guess it was night time. There were a lot of cars, particularly jeepneys, so I guess I was in the Philippines this time. Me and a couple of my friends were desperate to get to wherever we were supposed to be.
Cut to: My friend P was there and T.. I was swimming or at least I was floating around at the edge where they were sitting. Then I saw from afar there was a video playing on the sky and it's reflected on the water surface. I was so excited because it was the Sinulog short film that was submitted by T's group. I told P that there's a reflection and pointed at where it was.
All the while, I know that by the side of the pool/water area, is my crush and as I animate around with my friends, I was secretly hoping that he would find me interesting and like me back.
Then I invited P to join in the swimming but he refused. "Come on, P!" I forced him as I pulled his sandals off his feet. Instead, he took it and smacked my head with it, pushing me deeper into the water. We both laughed at the stupidity and started mocking each other.
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And then I woke up.
It's quite a short dream because I'm slowly losing the memory of it but I tried to write it down anyway because it left me feeling that oddness again.
Mind you, I have many "crush" that I enjoy stalking but none of them are any that I want to "pursue". I do have a boyfriend at the moment and I'm very happy being with him. I do tell him when I like a certain guy, but I explained that it's just a crush.
The reason why I like having "crushes" is so that I get to feel all teenage girl giddy again, where i'd go "oh my god, I'm in the same room as he is!". It's a nice feeling. I use it to write stories or songs. It makes me feel like a girl. When they say "you'll never forget your first love", I say "you'll never forget the giddy love rush". Come butterflies, stay in my tummy forever.
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I was on a journey towards some place. It was dark so I guess it was night time. There were a lot of cars, particularly jeepneys, so I guess I was in the Philippines this time. Me and a couple of my friends were desperate to get to wherever we were supposed to be.
Cut to: My friend P was there and T.. I was swimming or at least I was floating around at the edge where they were sitting. Then I saw from afar there was a video playing on the sky and it's reflected on the water surface. I was so excited because it was the Sinulog short film that was submitted by T's group. I told P that there's a reflection and pointed at where it was.
All the while, I know that by the side of the pool/water area, is my crush and as I animate around with my friends, I was secretly hoping that he would find me interesting and like me back.
Then I invited P to join in the swimming but he refused. "Come on, P!" I forced him as I pulled his sandals off his feet. Instead, he took it and smacked my head with it, pushing me deeper into the water. We both laughed at the stupidity and started mocking each other.
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And then I woke up.
It's quite a short dream because I'm slowly losing the memory of it but I tried to write it down anyway because it left me feeling that oddness again.
Mind you, I have many "crush" that I enjoy stalking but none of them are any that I want to "pursue". I do have a boyfriend at the moment and I'm very happy being with him. I do tell him when I like a certain guy, but I explained that it's just a crush.
The reason why I like having "crushes" is so that I get to feel all teenage girl giddy again, where i'd go "oh my god, I'm in the same room as he is!". It's a nice feeling. I use it to write stories or songs. It makes me feel like a girl. When they say "you'll never forget your first love", I say "you'll never forget the giddy love rush". Come butterflies, stay in my tummy forever.
Feb 29, 2012
Dream A Little Dream
There are those times where I would wake up from a dream and I would feel this weight on my heart, like a sadness or a longing of romance. Usually that happened after I dreamt of a guy who may/may not be acting all prince charming where I will be romantically involved with him or not. Nothing graphic. At most, just kissing.
Good thing I'm the type of person that can remember my dreams. It disappears eventually and the odd parts that are hard to explain will eventually disappear but the overall idea is still there. Here's one I recently dreamt of.
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I came home from Indonesia and I'm at this hotel-like place with a very complicated elevator. Somehow my ex-crush is there, let's call him R. The me in my dream knows that he's one of my friend so I greeted him like how you would a friend that you haven't seen in a long time. But R was acting as if we haven't been separated in fact, he went and held my hand. Even I was confused as to why he was doing that. It felt like R thinks that we were together.
I thought to myself, "okay, maybe something happened somewhere and somehow we ended up dating. I'll just play along. It is a dream afterall." Yes, I actually knew that it was a dream so I played along. Basically what happened, is that R was my boyfriend, and he was escorting me home at this hotel where my room is only reachable from this particular elevator. R was being a decent boyfriend too, he would come close to me, smile, put his head against mine, I'd hold his hand, he'd wrap his arms around me and all that.
However, somehow, we got dragged into a mafia party and for some reason, we seemed to have pissed the mafia boss off and now we are being chased around while we try to blend and ride the elevator to get out of the hotel.
This is the part where it gets all fuzzy because all I can remember is hotel, lobby and exiting the place. Then suddenly R isn't with me and I was lost... Then I can't remember... and I was awake...
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When I wake up, I would try to go back to sleep and replay the dream. That's actually the best part because I get to change the story, add my own version and mix them up. And since I like writing stories, this is the thing that keeps me from getting up and can actually make me upset if someone's bothering my train of thoughts but of course I won't show it especially if that person is my boyfriend :p
It's one of those rare moments that I'd like to enjoy while that odd feeling is still in my heart.. Can you blame me?
Good thing I'm the type of person that can remember my dreams. It disappears eventually and the odd parts that are hard to explain will eventually disappear but the overall idea is still there. Here's one I recently dreamt of.
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I came home from Indonesia and I'm at this hotel-like place with a very complicated elevator. Somehow my ex-crush is there, let's call him R. The me in my dream knows that he's one of my friend so I greeted him like how you would a friend that you haven't seen in a long time. But R was acting as if we haven't been separated in fact, he went and held my hand. Even I was confused as to why he was doing that. It felt like R thinks that we were together.
I thought to myself, "okay, maybe something happened somewhere and somehow we ended up dating. I'll just play along. It is a dream afterall." Yes, I actually knew that it was a dream so I played along. Basically what happened, is that R was my boyfriend, and he was escorting me home at this hotel where my room is only reachable from this particular elevator. R was being a decent boyfriend too, he would come close to me, smile, put his head against mine, I'd hold his hand, he'd wrap his arms around me and all that.
However, somehow, we got dragged into a mafia party and for some reason, we seemed to have pissed the mafia boss off and now we are being chased around while we try to blend and ride the elevator to get out of the hotel.
This is the part where it gets all fuzzy because all I can remember is hotel, lobby and exiting the place. Then suddenly R isn't with me and I was lost... Then I can't remember... and I was awake...
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When I wake up, I would try to go back to sleep and replay the dream. That's actually the best part because I get to change the story, add my own version and mix them up. And since I like writing stories, this is the thing that keeps me from getting up and can actually make me upset if someone's bothering my train of thoughts but of course I won't show it especially if that person is my boyfriend :p
It's one of those rare moments that I'd like to enjoy while that odd feeling is still in my heart.. Can you blame me?
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