Leading the wild into the ways of the man…
No please i want my braincells back.!! plEAas\e don’t go! pleasei
want everything back to normal! COme back!! iw on’t io just wnated to,
enoughj i won’t again, i want to rewin df pleaazse!
Oh, nevermind…just a nightmare.
bACK TO SLEEP.
Back to sleep.
I just had a really vivid sense of deja vu. I was looking at this picture here
and it suddenly washed over me that I’ve experienced this exact
scene before. I think I dreamt about it many months ago. I remember
looking at this picture and loading up a content management system,
which was odd considering I ran an old skool HTML blog back then. Hmm…
Anyway, I was having real trouble parsing sentences out of words at my
client meeting today. I couldn’t think properly and ended up making a
lot of grammatically unsound sentences. I wasn’t able to even
communicate with myself. I’m concerned, is it due to lack of sleep or
something more sinister? Perhaps I should take it easy with the synapse
degrading, neuron impairing and general cerebral culling substances. 🙂
Anyway, there was this group of people setting up the final arts
exhibition at the ground floor of B block today. I happened to pass by
while going to my client meeting and took a couple of pics, including
the one that gave me the deja vu, even though I didn’t knew it then. It
only fell into place as I sat here looking at the picture and intending
to open up Movable Type. Interesting. Here are the pictures:
Mmm…strange phallic structure.
Ah…this must be about the media’s portrayal of women or something.
This one is my favourite.
I said a lot of “fucks” just now coz I had to rewrite this post. Note to self: Do not use Paste when you intend to Copy.
Took a short nap just now. I just had a weird dream. I dreamt someone sent me an ICQ message
telling me to turn on the radio coz there will be an interesting announcement. What the…it’s
slightly disturbing that my dream was so net centric.
I had an REM heavy sleep last night. Lots of weird ass dreams, the only one of which I remember
is aiming my webcam down at the mound. There was a lunch thing going on, which two tables and
people sitting around like the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. They were beckoning me to come down and join
them but I said I have too much stuff to do so I couldn’t. Hmm…this must be the manifestation of
my guilt for not fixing the webcam this weekend as promised. =D
Hmm, sometimes I just get this weird feeling of deja vu. I was loading up this page in my HTML
editor when I felt that I’ve done this before. It made me think of something bad – my recurring
dreams, of which I have three.
Dream #1: Starts with me looking out the window of my old place in Kuching and seeing this huge
mountain with an old library made of large books in the middle. Its literally made of large books,
like one large book for each of the sides and the top. I am always 7 in my dreams. There was an old
custodian inside who told me I need to walk up to the building at the summit for some reason. Now
this was night time, and there was no one around, except for the custodian and he disappeared after
I talked to him too. And until today, I still don’t know what’s on the summit, I can’t even see the
summit structure in my dreams.
Dream #2: I got locked in the Emporium (?) in Kuching when they closed for the night, you know,
that old place opposite the MAS building in town. I am feeling scared coz I was around 7 in my
dream and I had to to walk up to the highest floor where they keep the toys. I just HAD to, it was
a compulsion and I can’t stop the flow, even though I KNOW what’s up there and it’s not something I
want to see. My feet just started walking up and I rounded the last flight of stairs and the door
was open and I can see it, and I always wake up then. The thing that was waiting for me is a large
doll, the ones little girls play with, with blond hair, eyes that shuts when you put them down, etc
but this one was alive and laughing, a creepy laugh. And it wasn’t in it’s package, it was just
sitting there on the shelf.
Dream #3: I am in my Kuching place and this one was when I was 7 too. I kept an aging formula
in the fridge, you’ve seen this stuff in movies, its the type that makes you age instantaneously
until death once you drink it. I walked into the kitchen, and there I saw my mom chopping meat and
my mom was old, really old with a beard and stuff. I asked her in horror, did you drink that stuff
in the fridge? And she replied yeah, there is nothing that can be done now. She said she was going
to wash some clothes and when I followed her into the bathroom I saw only her hand there, it was
chopped off but in the dream I didn’t think that someone had chopped of her hand but that she’s
gone and only her hand is left.
Frankly, all three of the dreams disturbs me. There are two things in common in those dreams,
I’m always around 7 years old and its always in Kuching.
