Sunday, 12 February 2012

Three nights ago, I dreamt that someone was trying to murder me. A long long story.. In dreams you know things are distorted, and in this particular one was incredibly so. In my room there was a tree. That's the normal part. The strange part was that there was a car in the tree. And somehow I knew that someone was trying to kill me. So when I saw the car I was really scared and ran to my sis' room to tell my family. When I ran back to my room, there was a recorded message playing. It was from the murderer, telling me that he would go to great extents (i.e. put a car in my tree and apparently record this message and put it into an iPod radio. Okay whatever) just to kill me. It was then I noticed that there was a man in the backseat of car. I was so shocked I fell down and ran to my sis' room again and came back after awhile. The car was gone and the man was slumped next to my bed. He told me the message the murderer wanted to tell me. He said that that was my first "trial", that I wasn't supposed to do anything to "solve it". Solve what, I really have no idea. Then we were at like this warehouse sale. Like at Expo. We were hiding at the fitting room section, and everyone around us were my colleagues from Macdonald's (yeah apparently I worked at Macs). Then everyone started sealing off the area we were at. So I suddenly climbed up the fitting room wall and ran towards the actual store area. There was a security camera there and I deduced that the murderer was watching my moves through cameras, so I kind of waved to him to just come and kill me instead of playing games. Then I fainted. When I woke up he was standing beside me and I fainted again. I have to mention that this is an old dude. Long white beard and all. Kind of looks like the sandman from Powerpuff Girls (always thought he was a little creepy). When I woke up again he was gone. So I went to the store section. I was at aisle 9 to 15, and three was a clue taped to one of the shelves. It said "you know which number, you've been through it before. After that turn right". So in my dream I was thinking "have I dreamt of this before?" Like what. So I thought it was 12 then remembered it was 13. When I turned right I saw this teenage boy hiding behind some Christmas trees. Then he told me my next clue which I have forgotten. And the next scene was at this incinerator, and beside the incinerator was this place where my colleagues were eating (-_-). I somehow caught the murderer and threw him into the incinerator. And somehow I knew he would not die. Kind of rubbed off from the movie Halloween Night or Friday the Thirteenth or something like that. Where the murderer was burnt and sent to the mortuary, where he came back to life. That movie really freaked me out. Anyway so he really managed to get out and so I took him by his feet and swung him around to hit his head on the incinerator. Then I threw him back in and used his bedroom slipper (?!?!) to hold the incinerator door shut cause it was hot. Somehow he opened the part of the door with hinges and came out. I fell to the floor and shouted to my colleagues to catch him cause he was just standing beside the incinerator, but none of them responded. So I started running after him. He climbed a fence and I climbed it too. Then he ran towards a little boy and somehow made the little boy look like him. When I slapped "him", the little boy fell to the grass and became a little boy. Then I realized he was changing people to look like him so I wouldn't know which was the real him. I kept running and trying to catch him. I couldn't catch him. Then I woke up.

Two nights ago dreamt about zombies again.. But it was exciting and I'm too tired to type out the whole thing.

It may seem funny that I like to talk about my dreams but I don't know, personally I'd like to hear people's dreams if they would like to share. I guess not many people share this interest though so I guess I'll write my dreams here instead of telling them to people who would rather stare at a wall than listen to some story. Oh well.

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