My dreams define me.
They drive me crazy.
There are days I wake up satisfied from saving the world, and then there are days I wake up confused and disoriented.
This morning was the latter.
The dream took place in my grandpa's house, where bad dreams always start. All the usual suspects, my family and friends. A dance was under way, much like your common 70's swinging. Flowery dresses, cheery smiles, ladies being swung above, underneath, sideways. I didn't have a date, so I sulked and watched.
A cousin of mine asked Liz to dance. They jiggled for a bit then decided to up the stakes.
This was when everything started to go wrong.
It was gonna be a dance-off fight. But done differently. They will dance together, some swing or other happy couple dance. But while dancing, they will fight. (Not sure if I am carrying my point across properly though it still remains vivid in my mind)
For PG purposes, they performed the dance-off elsewhere. Thank God.
Soon enough, the phone rang, as it so often does.
My mum answered, looking grave. And then announced, they were dancing and fighting, when..
and continued to explain all the gory details which I shall not burden you guys with! But basically, Liz died.
As she explained, flashes of it played through my mind (like in the movies when they are retelling the past)
The scary thing was the faces around me were expressionless. Friends and family I knew all showed no sign of shock, sadness, grief... It was hurtful to me.
I rushed in to the room and grabbed my bag, and was ready to leave the place, to mourn in my own way.
And I forced myself awake.
Awake, I was shocked. It took me quite a while before I realized I was sleeping absolutely straight and horizontally across my pillows, feet facing the main door, head to my door. Shivers!!! How dead people are carried out!! I'm very pantang - under my mummy's influence.
It was 5:18am and I called Liz immediately. Thank God for Liz man. She's amazing, better than any boyfriend I ever had in calming down. I LOVE YOU!
Used to be the first song I listened to every morning.
My dreams define me.
They drive me crazy.
There are days I wake up satisfied from saving the world, and then there are days I wake up confused and disoriented.
This morning was the latter.
The dream took place in my grandpa's house, where bad dreams always start. All the usual suspects, my family and friends. A dance was under way, much like your common 70's swinging. Flowery dresses, cheery smiles, ladies being swung above, underneath, sideways. I didn't have a date, so I sulked and watched.
A cousin of mine asked Liz to dance. They jiggled for a bit then decided to up the stakes.
This was when everything started to go wrong.
It was gonna be a dance-off fight. But done differently. They will dance together, some swing or other happy couple dance. But while dancing, they will fight. (Not sure if I am carrying my point across properly though it still remains vivid in my mind)
For PG purposes, they performed the dance-off elsewhere. Thank God.
Soon enough, the phone rang, as it so often does.
My mum answered, looking grave. And then announced, they were dancing and fighting, when..
and continued to explain all the gory details which I shall not burden you guys with! But basically, Liz died.
As she explained, flashes of it played through my mind (like in the movies when they are retelling the past)
The scary thing was the faces around me were expressionless. Friends and family I knew all showed no sign of shock, sadness, grief... It was hurtful to me.
I rushed in to the room and grabbed my bag, and was ready to leave the place, to mourn in my own way.
And I forced myself awake.
Awake, I was shocked. It took me quite a while before I realized I was sleeping absolutely straight and horizontally across my pillows, feet facing the main door, head to my door. Shivers!!! How dead people are carried out!! I'm very pantang - under my mummy's influence.
It was 5:18am and I called Liz immediately. Thank God for Liz man. She's amazing, better than any boyfriend I ever had in calming down. I LOVE YOU!
Used to be the first song I listened to every morning.
