Monday, February 11, 2008

I have the strangest dreams. Or maybe my dreams are as strange as anyone else, and I just tend to remember them more vividly, more so than others. And I do remember them rather vividly, not the full details, but the important ones are there. But maybe that's just because I have the strangest dreams.

Like once, when I was quite little, I dreamt that I was watching a movie that was about a giant gorilla, like King Kong, except it didn't stomp around destroying everything in its path, but instead had a detachable, poisonous head, that it would randomly fire at people by slapping itself. And the venom in the head was so fast-acting that anyone it touched would turn blue immediately and die. But then the gorilla stepped out of the screen, and everyone started screaming and running for their lives. I was slow (as usual) though, so the gorilla caught up with me quite quickly. It slapped itself hard, and its giant head started spinning towards me. I ducked, and amazingly, the head missed! The gorilla tried again a couple of times, and I managed to avoid the poisonous head each time. Finally, it got fed up, so it pushed me down and sat on me. For some reason, placing this 100ton weight on me did not kill me, but it did stop me from running away. Then the gorilla just pulled out its head, and proceeded to hit me repeatedly with it. Once again, the head must have weighed about a ton at least, but somehow I did not get even a bruise from the impact, but the contact with the deadly venom did turn me black and blue anyway, and I died eventually.

People often die in my dreams. And it's usually either myself or a loved one. Every single member of my immediate family and every one of my ex-boyfriends has died at least once in my dreams. I wonder what that says about me.

(It just occurred to me that this is not a very appropriate post for Chinese New Year, but nevermind, it took quite long to type, so I'm not deleting it. In somewhat-Chinese New Year-related news, I've realised that turning 23 single somehow qualifies you as an old maid in my family, and that my conscience looks shockingly like a 25-year-old man named Kevin.)

-- tee @ 4:40 pm |