Squatter Houses and a Hippopotamus
"Man... And I thought I had funky dreams." was something I commonly hear from people. And then there's also "Dammit you're lucky. All I get is static blur." But if there's one thing I enjoy other than those mixed up messages that visit me while I'm asleep is putting it up here and see if the general public can understand the state of my mind.
Recently I had a really funky and imaginative one. Mom was fishing out sea creatures that looked like a Hippopotamus head attached to a fish (that's Fukken SURREAL) and it called out for other hippopotamus and it started charging towards her. We all later got inside our family car and drove off to Genting Highlands. The thing is you can definitely tell it was a dream because the road before Genting Highlands was a large crater, really large crater with a bridge across it. The catch is that the bridge was made out of a Six-storey squatter house. In that valley, the squatter-house bridge thing stood as a monument among other smaller squatters houses of logical size. I still remember driving over zinc and aluminium roofs, wondering how is it the the denizens could live with many cars driving above their roofs which were 5mms thick. When we reached the end of the bridge, the draw bridge was up so we had to come down to the squatter settlement and waited until it came down.
The community you found there was nothing short of amazing. 'Orky' buildings and devices made from what seemed to have been the largest scrap metal city, definitely a vision of a fallout universe.
Then the next thing I know, some mechanic threw a car door at me. It slammed into my right arm before I grabbed it, and then I woke up.
I thought that story was fairly amusing and couldn't wait to blog it down once I got the chance. When suddenly, during an afternoon nap that ended almost an hour ago, my collective little head decide to give me another show.
So... The story goes...
The Emotional side of me paid me a visit again, this time in a form I really dreaded given my current predicament. She who will never be named and comes in the many forms throughtout my slumber had always existed, long ago since I was a child. Tonight she came, with friends who also comes in different forms, and actually decided to have an outing with the gang after I selflessly sacrificed myself to not attend an important talk 2 hours from now, just to be with her. So there I was, with Hamsa (I swear to God Machaman can sometimes represent the Spiritual Guru in my dreams), her, and surprisingly, My Parents. My Parents, being my parents, could already tell the feelings I had and was already on their process of supporting me through my quest with the winning of a heart. Dad though carrying a carton of cigarettes, and told me "I'll support you financially but I'm not going to give you cigarettes." Damn. Even though it was just a dream, I felt like their representation in my head was a little too accurate. Nonetheless they had been happy to see their son moving along in life, and to them that was all that mattered.
When suddenly, she dissapeared from my sight. Hamsa comes up to me and says "Did you pass her a Valentines Day gift?" and I said no.
Then suddenly it hit me. A stalker. Someone else had recognized her beauty and she suddenly went into hiding, afraid to ever run across an individual that caused her so much grief. I ran as frantically as I could, hoping in some way I could save her from her plight. But when I found her, I was heartbroken. The ordeal had scared her so much that she cut her lovely hair, the one I liked so much, short, and distant herself from any man from loving her ever again. Unapproachable by any means, I withered into the darkness. Later I saw her image in every woman that passed by me, but I knew somewhere out there that she will never be the same again.
I knew it wasn't my fault that she had suddenly disconnected herself from me. She had simply been afraid of the danger that the other individual posed. And by the time I woke up, I was in state of helplessness and confusion, with an unresolved emotion going through my head.
A Fear of not being able to mend a broken heart.
Recently I had a really funky and imaginative one. Mom was fishing out sea creatures that looked like a Hippopotamus head attached to a fish (that's Fukken SURREAL) and it called out for other hippopotamus and it started charging towards her. We all later got inside our family car and drove off to Genting Highlands. The thing is you can definitely tell it was a dream because the road before Genting Highlands was a large crater, really large crater with a bridge across it. The catch is that the bridge was made out of a Six-storey squatter house. In that valley, the squatter-house bridge thing stood as a monument among other smaller squatters houses of logical size. I still remember driving over zinc and aluminium roofs, wondering how is it the the denizens could live with many cars driving above their roofs which were 5mms thick. When we reached the end of the bridge, the draw bridge was up so we had to come down to the squatter settlement and waited until it came down.
The community you found there was nothing short of amazing. 'Orky' buildings and devices made from what seemed to have been the largest scrap metal city, definitely a vision of a fallout universe.
Then the next thing I know, some mechanic threw a car door at me. It slammed into my right arm before I grabbed it, and then I woke up.
I thought that story was fairly amusing and couldn't wait to blog it down once I got the chance. When suddenly, during an afternoon nap that ended almost an hour ago, my collective little head decide to give me another show.
So... The story goes...
The Emotional side of me paid me a visit again, this time in a form I really dreaded given my current predicament. She who will never be named and comes in the many forms throughtout my slumber had always existed, long ago since I was a child. Tonight she came, with friends who also comes in different forms, and actually decided to have an outing with the gang after I selflessly sacrificed myself to not attend an important talk 2 hours from now, just to be with her. So there I was, with Hamsa (I swear to God Machaman can sometimes represent the Spiritual Guru in my dreams), her, and surprisingly, My Parents. My Parents, being my parents, could already tell the feelings I had and was already on their process of supporting me through my quest with the winning of a heart. Dad though carrying a carton of cigarettes, and told me "I'll support you financially but I'm not going to give you cigarettes." Damn. Even though it was just a dream, I felt like their representation in my head was a little too accurate. Nonetheless they had been happy to see their son moving along in life, and to them that was all that mattered.
When suddenly, she dissapeared from my sight. Hamsa comes up to me and says "Did you pass her a Valentines Day gift?" and I said no.
Then suddenly it hit me. A stalker. Someone else had recognized her beauty and she suddenly went into hiding, afraid to ever run across an individual that caused her so much grief. I ran as frantically as I could, hoping in some way I could save her from her plight. But when I found her, I was heartbroken. The ordeal had scared her so much that she cut her lovely hair, the one I liked so much, short, and distant herself from any man from loving her ever again. Unapproachable by any means, I withered into the darkness. Later I saw her image in every woman that passed by me, but I knew somewhere out there that she will never be the same again.
I knew it wasn't my fault that she had suddenly disconnected herself from me. She had simply been afraid of the danger that the other individual posed. And by the time I woke up, I was in state of helplessness and confusion, with an unresolved emotion going through my head.
A Fear of not being able to mend a broken heart.
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