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*Lin rolls off her bed, falls onto the floor and does a pathetic knees and palms crawl towards her table. Grabbing hold of the chair she physically hauls herself up onto it, balancing her chin upon the table top while her arms get her uncooperative legs moving. Finally sitting, body slumped onto the desk, she pivots her head tilting it upwards, chin scraping painfully against the wood and begins to type...."
At least that's what I feel like doing. That was a useless sleep. I might as well have stayed awake all night. My body is aching all over for some strange unknown reason. I need to stop having such... eventful dreams.
Today there was something about lifts and buildings falling to pieces while I ran up and down it, jumping from lift landing to building to wooden cargo lift. Prying lift doors open and the such. Being trapped there by someone. I've forgotten who. Getting boiling-hot beer (boiling hot beer? My waking mind wonders...) thrown at me and disfiguring the right side of my face... It's like one of those video games where if you stand on a floating platform for too long it starts to fall? Yeah same with the lifts. We were trying to stay alive and we were avoiding the first few floors of this shakily constructed building. It had stairs and things, but they narrowed and eventually I couldn't pass through it and I was stuck in the upper regions and for some reason I couldn't stay put on the same floor for long. And the part where the spiral stairs narrowed too much for me to go through, had my name carved in Chinese on the side of the wall. Jumping from lift to building, from building to lift, prying the doors open.... I didn't get any rest at all. I've spent my whole nighttime dreaming running around and now it feels as if I've been working out. The lifts were going up and down by themselves by the way. Sort of like video games. The doors open their doors as and when and the lifts go up and down, not in sync with the door movements.
And then we won or we survived or something and we were back in class. BACK IN CLASS?? It was air conditioned and our tables were all a jumble. It was school... from sec 1... Not the other secondary school. It was the strangest thing. We had to rearrange the tables even though we'd just come back from hell. Then we were made to give up our going-out clothes. Skirts to be exact (huh???).
Oh yes... I remember my flatmate being in it. And she had a large folder where she kept all her memorabilia and a large photo of her boyfriend in tennis gear. And how she was telling me that she hoped that he would be able to play tennis well cause it was important? (Wha???)
Oh and it was all inter-connected. I think my (I nearly said dead boyfriend) ex-boyfriend (the weenis or the HIM, however you prefer to refer to him. From now on he will be referred to as The Ex) was in it and I was doing one of those get away from me type scenes. Screaming and everything. I believe he threw the ah (man this is so ridiculous I'm beginning to feel slightly embarrassed relating it) beer.
I have some serious issues. I hate my bed. It makes me feel all achy. Maybe if I changed it I would feel better. Harder mattress and everything. Maybe I'll stop having these weird dreams. Probably not. *yawn* I want a big bed.... I want a big bed..... I miss my queen-sized one. Sob.
At least that's what I feel like doing. That was a useless sleep. I might as well have stayed awake all night. My body is aching all over for some strange unknown reason. I need to stop having such... eventful dreams.
Today there was something about lifts and buildings falling to pieces while I ran up and down it, jumping from lift landing to building to wooden cargo lift. Prying lift doors open and the such. Being trapped there by someone. I've forgotten who. Getting boiling-hot beer (boiling hot beer? My waking mind wonders...) thrown at me and disfiguring the right side of my face... It's like one of those video games where if you stand on a floating platform for too long it starts to fall? Yeah same with the lifts. We were trying to stay alive and we were avoiding the first few floors of this shakily constructed building. It had stairs and things, but they narrowed and eventually I couldn't pass through it and I was stuck in the upper regions and for some reason I couldn't stay put on the same floor for long. And the part where the spiral stairs narrowed too much for me to go through, had my name carved in Chinese on the side of the wall. Jumping from lift to building, from building to lift, prying the doors open.... I didn't get any rest at all. I've spent my whole nighttime dreaming running around and now it feels as if I've been working out. The lifts were going up and down by themselves by the way. Sort of like video games. The doors open their doors as and when and the lifts go up and down, not in sync with the door movements.
And then we won or we survived or something and we were back in class. BACK IN CLASS?? It was air conditioned and our tables were all a jumble. It was school... from sec 1... Not the other secondary school. It was the strangest thing. We had to rearrange the tables even though we'd just come back from hell. Then we were made to give up our going-out clothes. Skirts to be exact (huh???).
Oh yes... I remember my flatmate being in it. And she had a large folder where she kept all her memorabilia and a large photo of her boyfriend in tennis gear. And how she was telling me that she hoped that he would be able to play tennis well cause it was important? (Wha???)
Oh and it was all inter-connected. I think my (I nearly said dead boyfriend) ex-boyfriend (the weenis or the HIM, however you prefer to refer to him. From now on he will be referred to as The Ex) was in it and I was doing one of those get away from me type scenes. Screaming and everything. I believe he threw the ah (man this is so ridiculous I'm beginning to feel slightly embarrassed relating it) beer.
I have some serious issues. I hate my bed. It makes me feel all achy. Maybe if I changed it I would feel better. Harder mattress and everything. Maybe I'll stop having these weird dreams. Probably not. *yawn* I want a big bed.... I want a big bed..... I miss my queen-sized one. Sob.