because dreams should be written down
thus my spam.
well it's my journal anyway =/
the dream was black and white-ish, like an old film in old settings. where was i i was not sure. my life in the dream was a repetition of a few places - my work place (something like a newspaper publishing company), a train station-like place, and... some place near to a commercial centre (like a mall?). but as i said, they all looked old - not quite the modern settings nowadays. maybe in the 70s (just a very vague and general assumption)
there were people in my dream. "me," some journalist? or just an editor? i hv no idea. i just worked at that newspaper place. then there were... mafia-like people? i doubt. they could just be my imagination after i woke up. i was at different places and met different people, but i cant recally what they were about anymore.
i only remember, towards the end of my dream, i was at my "office" and sitting at my desk? it was an open space and no other people were around. somewhere behind my back, maybe 1-2 metres away, were piles of old newspaper. a person (adult male; i think i've met him before in the progress of my dream) came to my office and knelt down beside the newspapers. he asked how was the dog (?) in my dream i knew what dog he was talking about but now i don't remember. it seems that the dog was sth that they were looking for, and i happened to know / own?? the dog?? either way... i told him to read through the pile of newspaper in front of him, cus they basically recorded what happened to the dog (seems like they were specifically about the dog only)
so the person started reading the pile of newspaper in front of him one by one. thing is it seems that the things that happened to the dog replayed itself visually, instead of just being read out. i didnt really want to see what was happening but i already knew. so it was just a repetition of things for me. i didn't want to touch them myself cus it'd make me sad.
anyway... i seemed to have spent some time with the dog and those were good times? but in the end... i can't remember why... one day, the dog got burnt (?) when it was coming (back) to my office from outside. it was still in some flames when it came to me. of course i immediately helped him to extinguish the flames, but the man who was watching these past events just watched as the events replayed. thing is i was not in the replayed images, so no one was extinguishing the flames for the dog and it was in pain =_= i couldnt stand it any longer so i told the guy "why don't you extinguish the flames for it!!" and he did... but the dog was already quite burnt. anyway, it wouldnt have made any difference. those were just replayed images.... but i just felt... the same anyway.
later, towards the end of the replay, the dog was burnt to death (not sure how... or who. probably not the same incident as the first time but it was a second time... but still...) in my dream i felt really sad (again) so i started sobbing. i was already half awake when i woke up but i think when i actually started sobbing i was awake... anyway =/
well it's my journal anyway =/
the dream was black and white-ish, like an old film in old settings. where was i i was not sure. my life in the dream was a repetition of a few places - my work place (something like a newspaper publishing company), a train station-like place, and... some place near to a commercial centre (like a mall?). but as i said, they all looked old - not quite the modern settings nowadays. maybe in the 70s (just a very vague and general assumption)
there were people in my dream. "me," some journalist? or just an editor? i hv no idea. i just worked at that newspaper place. then there were... mafia-like people? i doubt. they could just be my imagination after i woke up. i was at different places and met different people, but i cant recally what they were about anymore.
i only remember, towards the end of my dream, i was at my "office" and sitting at my desk? it was an open space and no other people were around. somewhere behind my back, maybe 1-2 metres away, were piles of old newspaper. a person (adult male; i think i've met him before in the progress of my dream) came to my office and knelt down beside the newspapers. he asked how was the dog (?) in my dream i knew what dog he was talking about but now i don't remember. it seems that the dog was sth that they were looking for, and i happened to know / own?? the dog?? either way... i told him to read through the pile of newspaper in front of him, cus they basically recorded what happened to the dog (seems like they were specifically about the dog only)
so the person started reading the pile of newspaper in front of him one by one. thing is it seems that the things that happened to the dog replayed itself visually, instead of just being read out. i didnt really want to see what was happening but i already knew. so it was just a repetition of things for me. i didn't want to touch them myself cus it'd make me sad.
anyway... i seemed to have spent some time with the dog and those were good times? but in the end... i can't remember why... one day, the dog got burnt (?) when it was coming (back) to my office from outside. it was still in some flames when it came to me. of course i immediately helped him to extinguish the flames, but the man who was watching these past events just watched as the events replayed. thing is i was not in the replayed images, so no one was extinguishing the flames for the dog and it was in pain =_= i couldnt stand it any longer so i told the guy "why don't you extinguish the flames for it!!" and he did... but the dog was already quite burnt. anyway, it wouldnt have made any difference. those were just replayed images.... but i just felt... the same anyway.
later, towards the end of the replay, the dog was burnt to death (not sure how... or who. probably not the same incident as the first time but it was a second time... but still...) in my dream i felt really sad (again) so i started sobbing. i was already half awake when i woke up but i think when i actually started sobbing i was awake... anyway =/