Wrong Importance

I had another bout of weird dreams again this morning.

When I was about to wake up at around 7 am, I had a series of weird dreams. I was a participant in a local talent Astro Star Search (blame my family members for watching it just now!). From the tv, I realized that I’ve been belting out mostly songs by male artists.. the likes of Nat King Cole and other unidentified male artists, mainly blues or old rock. I looked at myself in the mirror, I still looked pretty much like myself, just with a shorter hair cut.

I donned on my glasses and found out I looked a little like Han Hong – the famous China artist.  I overheard debates around me that, I was born a female but suddenly morphed into a male. Some even speculated that I am a hermaphrodite, with two sex organs in my body. I checked my IC number, it was an even number so meaning I am a woman! There were news flash everywhere, arguing whether I am a male or a female. It took the whole newspapers till the center spread!

Well, this post is not about my dream. It’s about people’s perception. It’s funny to think when one dwell so much on really, unimportant and petty stuff like that, when one should actually see is the talent of a person. Who cares if the person is a male or a female? If he or she could sing really well, or perhaps could master instruments, or do a great deal for the country – who cares if the person is male or female, his or her skin color or religion of this talented person? Or which school this person is from, who is this person connected to, or whether he or she is heterosexual or homosexual or bisexual, etc? It is a shame that there aren’t many people who could cultivate to place importance on things that really matter and not wasting time thinking of irrelevant stuffs! When we focus on things that don’t really matter, we lose sight of our goal or targeted destination.

Just food for thought.. or rather.. a late blue Monday’s rambling!

Bloody Dream

I had a vivid dream during my afternoon nap yesterday. I was drifting in and out of sleep with many scattered dreams – if I remember correctly, I was at a concert and walking about at some European city, etc. when suddenly, images of slain men in prussian blue boxers lying on a slow moving truck trailer appeared. They were all bearded men and they all looked alike! Even the positions of their limbs lying on the trailer were identical, except they were laid a little haphazardly.

I was looking at the trailer from a bird’s eye view. As the trailer was moving along, I saw more dead bodies but this time, I saw their hearts were all hanging out from their bodies. As if they knew I was curious and asking, “Why?”, a voice in my head said to me, “This is to make sure that they are dead!”.

A whiff of zinc pierced my nostrils, I knew for sure it was the smell of blood. There was a man mopping up the blood on the trailer’s floor with two more other people, seen cutting open the corpses’ chest to lay out the hearts, as if they were butchering some dead cattle. Then, they looked up, at me. Their stares sent chills to my spine. I felt suffocated and I woke up, breaking in hot, afternoon sweat.

Current Obsession

A friend asked me, “What have I been up to?”

I said, I am lovestruck with this man.

Enjoy this eye candy! Have a good weekend, ppl!

Skinny Men in Small Gondolas

I couldn’t really recall this dream in its entirety as everything was rather fast moving and chaotic.

I was making a trip to somewhere on a flying chair. It was something like chair lift, the one you sat on before you jump off the slope to ski?

I was with a friend and we were flying passed bridges, rivers, fields, caves, tunnels, etc with refreshing wind caressing our faces. It was really wild and fun. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. Then we passed by a canal occupied by small gondolas.

There were many, many small gondolas moving in unison towards one direction. Since the gondolas were very small, it could only occupy one man each. They were very skinny men dressed in traditional Vietnamese costume, the áo dài and were all wearing straw conical hat, Nón lá as well. Their áo dài were exclusively in shades of blue or red, no other colors. They were not paddling. Their mini gondolas were making way on their own rather swiftly.

I chuckled at the sight as I remember the scene in Pirates of the Caribbean whereby there were many single occupant boats moving towards one direction to the Death Valley.

Then, my friend warned me not to laugh at the dead people as it would stir their souls into unrest. The warning came too late. As soon as he finished warning me, I felt one of the men grabbed my right leg. We were almost thrown off our chair lift. The grip was strong and he didn’t want to let go.

My friend then told me to shout in order to frighten the dead soul so he could let me go. I shouted once but he could not hear me. Then, I shouted the second time, “OI!!!” at the top of my voice.

I woke up, startled by my own scream. I was glad it was merely a dream.

Human Eater

Last night, I had another dream about fish again. Many, many fishes in a few series of dreams.

This time round, a friend asked me for feng shui advice and I told her to get a bowl of 8 black colored goldfish. It’s good to ward off evil spirits (I don’t know how true this is, it was said like that in the dream). As we were busy preparing the big and round crystal bowl used for the goldfish, I saw another aquarium nearby. There was an arowana inside. I remember we used to rear arowana at home many years ago.

The aquarium was the same aquarium in my house many years ago, except I remember that the aquarium was leaking. I asked if this was the same aquarium found in our house, somebody answered me yes. Then, I walked closer to the aquarium to find that, it was used upside down. Miraculously, the water did not spill out. There was a slight gap on the right hand side of the aquarium functioned as the entrance to feed the giant fish.

I saw two “fishes” swimming in the tank with the ferocious looking arowana. In my heart, I pitied the poor fishes which would be the next meal for the arowana. I took a closer look. Those two “fishes” were not fishes at all! They were actually miniature human swimming frantically in the water. They didn’t appear to be drowning. They swam as if they have gills.

I wanted to save the two miniature humans as the arowana suddenly started to chase its dinner. The two small humans were kicking the arowana like crazy. That didn’t deter the arowana from going after them, in fact, it angered the arowana even more. I couldn’t imagine the horror so I closed my eyes and prayed that I was only dreaming. I could hear splashes of water which then led to a loud sound of bones snapping and crushing. I could tell that, it was the human’s back bone snapped into two. I almost threw up in my own mouth.

I chided the owner for such barbaric act and frantically looked for a pump. I went on to pump up all the water from the aquarium in order to save the remaining mini human and let the arowana die. Before the water was all pumped out, the arowana looked increasingly helpless and dying a slow death. I didn’t feel relief whatsoever. I was indifferent.

Sometime last week, I dreamed that I was in the water of shallow seashore. The water was crystal clear and clean. I was hopping from one stone to another then accidentally stepped into the water. I stepped into a leopard skinned sting ray. Damn geli! Then, I was told that it’s good luck to step on a sting ray. But you could only step on it once and not twice. Otherwise you would die. So, I was careful not to step on sting ray again. Then, my family members were also going to the sea and I told them to be careful and not to step on the stingray twice or else, they would die.

Some weird dreams, huh?