Tuesday, June 14, 2005
~Decipher this~
I had a strange dream a few nights ago. Any dream analyzer (what's the proper name for them?) out there wanna tell me what it means?
I normally don't remember the strange dreams I had but somehow this was stuck in my head. And normally, they really don't make sense at all, being really ridiculous and out-of-this-world, but this one is more like a scene out of a movie or something.
It started with me and 2 other friends, a guy and a girl, running across this hunting ground-like field. I can't relate in real life who is this guy and girl I'm with. I could say I don't know them but in my dream they were my friends.
Anyway, the hunting ground is sort of like an amusement park thing for shooters and there were a couple of guys shooting at the targets. The targets were rows of human heads made of clay on a wall. So me and my friends were running across, trying to avoid being hit and apparently seemed to be on a mission to try to get one of the heads.
We ran right to the back of the field and I tried to grab one of the heads but it seemed like the heads were glued to the wall. As I swing my hand, the head next to the one I tried to grab became loose and I was able to take it off the wall. However, as I tried to put the head into my bag, the owner of the field came out and was right beside me, glaring at me and I had to put it back.
The 2 friends and I were suddenly at a safe place, dark and damp but safe. However, the guy realised that I was bleeding at the elbow and told me so. Sure enough, blood was seeping through the long-sleeved white shirt I was wearing at the elbow area. I then tried to fold up my sleeves to examine the injury but I was having a lot of difficulty 'cos the sleeves seemed to be stuck to my skin.
I finally managed to roll it up a little and found out that I was having so much difficulty b'cos there were lots of pus (weird...shouldn't the white top be stain yellow as well with so much pus?). The guy then started cursing...something along the line of "Those bastards! They've poisoned the heads!".
Anyway, I managed to roll my sleeve all the way up and the guy proceeded to take my arm to examine it. He then started slashing my arm, you know, like the way sadistic and suicidal teenagers carve their arms. I was shocked and asked him what he was doing and he replied that that's the only way to remove the poison.
So line by line he started carving my arm, the whole length of it. I didn't feel pain though I was making faces but when he almost reached near the shoulder I had a thought, "So this is how teenagers feel when they carve their arms. It quite relaxing actually." I was surprised at myself for feeling that it was relaxing but by that time, the guy had already ran out of space on my arm to carve. I was relieved thinking that it had ended. But I was wrong! I was shell-shocked when he proceeded to carve 3 little lines perpenticular to each line.
I do not know if he did it for every line but I think in my dream I knew he was going to. I do not know b'cos after he did the first line, I fainted in my dream knowing that I have to suffer more cuts and...........
I woke up.
I penned @ 5:16 pm
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