Dreamscapes and nightmares
It started off as a dream about Harry potter. I know it involved a bit of end of war activities and flying on broom sticks.
The next dream was more sinister and frankly a lot more terrifying. I was held hostage with my twin and we were tied to our bed posts. We were being threatened by this bitch [I called her a bitch in my head and I have no name for this captor of ours] and apparently we had to sing? She held a scrapper, the kind that is used for baking, in her hand and she would play with it; teasing us by slithering it up and down our throats. At some point in time, there was a brief moment my mother and sister appeared but they vanished almost instantaneously. I can only remember that somehow we [me and my twin] bashed the bitch and had managed to get out of the room. As we were running along, we realised that we were in some sort of camp where this sort of torture was going on everywhere. We had not escaped after all...
I woke up after that and saw that it was already 0710. I was supposed to have woken up at 0645 when my alarm rang [that was probably the noise I heard in my dream] so that I could leave with my father. But apparently he couldn’t drop me off at school so I decided to sleep a bit more.
Now I was in train, a hybrid between our very own MRT and metro system. As we were in a tunnel, I realised that my mentor/boss at work was sitting next to me. I realised then that I was doing my work on my laptop and he was monitoring me. He never said a word and suddenly there was an announcement that we all had to alight the train.
After I stepped out, I find that I am surrounded by my family. More importantly, V was there and he was introducing was to the girl he would marry. She was both a bimbo as well as a bitch. I could feel my heart breaking and I wanted to cry at the unfairness of it all. My family was busy saying congratulations. I wanted to die. When we boarded the train, I hit my head because sometime when I wasn’t looking the entrance to the train had been lowered. Now not only was my heart in pain, so was my head. I tried my best to ignore the couple but all I could was staring at them despite the pain it was causing me to do so. When we got down at our town, I saw that the station master was looking at me and so I decided to flirt with him. It gave me immense pleasure to note that V wasn’t happy about this at all.
I woke up soon after.
I just checked my mail and apparently V had tried to contact me while I was having lunch. Weird.
The next dream was more sinister and frankly a lot more terrifying. I was held hostage with my twin and we were tied to our bed posts. We were being threatened by this bitch [I called her a bitch in my head and I have no name for this captor of ours] and apparently we had to sing? She held a scrapper, the kind that is used for baking, in her hand and she would play with it; teasing us by slithering it up and down our throats. At some point in time, there was a brief moment my mother and sister appeared but they vanished almost instantaneously. I can only remember that somehow we [me and my twin] bashed the bitch and had managed to get out of the room. As we were running along, we realised that we were in some sort of camp where this sort of torture was going on everywhere. We had not escaped after all...
I woke up after that and saw that it was already 0710. I was supposed to have woken up at 0645 when my alarm rang [that was probably the noise I heard in my dream] so that I could leave with my father. But apparently he couldn’t drop me off at school so I decided to sleep a bit more.
Now I was in train, a hybrid between our very own MRT and metro system. As we were in a tunnel, I realised that my mentor/boss at work was sitting next to me. I realised then that I was doing my work on my laptop and he was monitoring me. He never said a word and suddenly there was an announcement that we all had to alight the train.
After I stepped out, I find that I am surrounded by my family. More importantly, V was there and he was introducing was to the girl he would marry. She was both a bimbo as well as a bitch. I could feel my heart breaking and I wanted to cry at the unfairness of it all. My family was busy saying congratulations. I wanted to die. When we boarded the train, I hit my head because sometime when I wasn’t looking the entrance to the train had been lowered. Now not only was my heart in pain, so was my head. I tried my best to ignore the couple but all I could was staring at them despite the pain it was causing me to do so. When we got down at our town, I saw that the station master was looking at me and so I decided to flirt with him. It gave me immense pleasure to note that V wasn’t happy about this at all.
I woke up soon after.
I just checked my mail and apparently V had tried to contact me while I was having lunch. Weird.