It rained outside today, so I decided to take a nap since I was so bushed. Then I had a dream, in the dream I was riding a bike or a scooter, I can't quite remember on the way going home or someone's home... can't really quite remember again.
Then I realize that the driver of the car in front of me had a shotgun. He wind down his window and put a hand outside with the shotgun in his hand seeming like he's up to no good. Seeing that and wanting no trouble, I took a longer route to my destination avoiding that particular car.
While away from that car, there's this bike guy following me has a shotgun too and I saw him pulling the gun out from my side mirror. I hastily sped up and took a left trying to outrun the bike guy. I then looked over my shoulder hoping that I outran the guy when suddenly the pavement I'm on vanished into thin air. I fell into the valley below and I woke up staring the ceiling of my room pondering just what the hell happened.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
18th of September 2010
I was in the national service before, literally I've finished the whole 3 months there but actually I've just spend around like 2 months plus there. So... there, I've "escaped" early from the national service.
In the dream I woke up in an empty wooden hut with an old guy that resembles a bartender that stands behind what seems to be a bar. I was still in my national service attire with my barret on, my hair was short and stuffs. He gave me a cup of drink while I'm drinking that cup of drink he began telling some nasty stories about how they come after those that didn't finish the term and what will they do to these "escapees". Shortly after that, I passed out.... . . . . . . . . . . . ..... And woke up in a narrow and wet place still in the same attire with a M-16 rifle beside me.
The place was poorly lighted so I had to pull out my flashlight to find the way out. As I crawl, I began hearing whispers from around me. Impulsively I pointed my flashlight towards the source of those whispers. I saw a few angry faces with the help of my flashlight crawling towards me. They wore the same attire with mine and they're camouflage/war paint on their faces. With a more careful look at that direction, I found out that there were more than a few of them.
Panicky, I loaded my rifle and began shoot like mad at those guys. I notice a few of them lie "dead" as I shoot. However, my clip was limited and I'm out of bullet after firing that few shots. The remainders kept on crawling towards me, I closed my eyes thinking that I'm doomed. All of a sudden one of them called my name and started laughing at me. With that puzzled look on my face, he explained that everything was a prank from the start and that I've finished my term at the national service. There's a camera recording the whole process somemore... My rifle was rigged with blank bullets and I don't even realized that I'm shooting air out of the rifle. I closed my eyes again and puff out a breath of relief when my cell phone rang, waking me up.
In the dream I woke up in an empty wooden hut with an old guy that resembles a bartender that stands behind what seems to be a bar. I was still in my national service attire with my barret on, my hair was short and stuffs. He gave me a cup of drink while I'm drinking that cup of drink he began telling some nasty stories about how they come after those that didn't finish the term and what will they do to these "escapees". Shortly after that, I passed out.... . . . . . . . . . . . ..... And woke up in a narrow and wet place still in the same attire with a M-16 rifle beside me.
The place was poorly lighted so I had to pull out my flashlight to find the way out. As I crawl, I began hearing whispers from around me. Impulsively I pointed my flashlight towards the source of those whispers. I saw a few angry faces with the help of my flashlight crawling towards me. They wore the same attire with mine and they're camouflage/war paint on their faces. With a more careful look at that direction, I found out that there were more than a few of them.
Panicky, I loaded my rifle and began shoot like mad at those guys. I notice a few of them lie "dead" as I shoot. However, my clip was limited and I'm out of bullet after firing that few shots. The remainders kept on crawling towards me, I closed my eyes thinking that I'm doomed. All of a sudden one of them called my name and started laughing at me. With that puzzled look on my face, he explained that everything was a prank from the start and that I've finished my term at the national service. There's a camera recording the whole process somemore... My rifle was rigged with blank bullets and I don't even realized that I'm shooting air out of the rifle. I closed my eyes again and puff out a breath of relief when my cell phone rang, waking me up.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
First Post
I always had lots and lots of weird dreams where I'll normally tell them as a random story in yam cha sessions. Eventually these weird dreams are forgotten even by the dreamer himself... It felt like a waste of dreams for me so I decided to open this dream journal as a reference for myself in the future as well as for all the reader. Peace out.
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