The Story in My Dream #1 -- 12/04/2013

In world that had experienced the unknown number of centuries, nothing seems different. However, war, technologies have shaped human in a different way of living. Nationalities has no longer a boundary where people are living together regardless of their ethnicity or skin color.

In that era, I recalled, everything is controlled by their government forces where people are structured, bounded and locked with their daily lives.

All of these (my dream) are fragmented.

Everything then came to a blur, guess was because of my over cooling temperature in my room that interrupted my sleep.

After awhile, my head had returned consciously clear due to the adrenaline rose. I was being chased by a few 'authorities', a.k.a known also as the polices in our time. The scenario wasn't that clear, like a globe of dust that blocked my sight where what I managed to recalled was the beauty of the dark. The sky is covered with millions of stars, glittering like the lost golden robe of the king, shining with no mercy. The ambiance is serene with unspoken calmness that i could stay and stare with the rest of my life. I've finally got enamored with that piece of art. However, hormone that affected my brain didn't allow to do that. I had no time to stay , but to run. 

Though, I had totally no idea why they were chasing after me. (What a wacky dream)

Blocks by blocks, streets by streets, I've finally came to a soho where people reside. Their 'houses' are classy but packed -- to me it's more likely a small size room in the budget hotel. The shouting from the authorities had stunned everyone there, where their belligerence voices are so threatening which caused me in panic. 

People there are told by the authorities to go back to their own places, this was when the chaos happened. I couldn't think of what to do next, just to escape like everyone else. Taking the escalator to the top level, my heart beats like no one does, like a malfunction machine, overpower and not know to stop.

Heck, I've turned to an dead end. The last room was the utility room. I had no other way but to hide inside. Few minutes past, I was yet figured my next plan, the sound of foot steps appeared in my ears, from far getting nearer. 

All came too fast that I had no time to be fear, the door opened and I saw a lady. She was probably one of the cleaners in the building.

At the same time, I heard one guy talking, so loud as just like next to met. He came out from his room, looked at me like I'm the alien from Mars. Three of us were stoned, gazing each others.

He knew I wasn't one of them, as in people who lives in the 'world', but he was kind enough to save me from the nightmare. 'Oh, so you have no place to stay tonight?'

'You can come and stay in my house', I surprised. His Japanese-like English slang was soft, gentle and welcoming.

I was amazed with his offer, though I had no idea who he was.

It was a long night.

The next day, we drove to the town and I had generously paid one of the toll in the highway. Their paying system was unique where people did not pay on the spot, but to keep the receipt and pay only during the month end. (things were getting weird and random)

It was totally fine for me to pay a 0.24 cents of toll where as I recalled, my wallet was with me. We finally came to a cafe, where he then introduced me a few of his friends and we started to chit-chat. (What the heck?) Before I started to spill my story out, I so happened to take out the toll receipt and asked if the currency used was in Ringgit, and they laughed.

'It is in US currency and if you want to convert to Ringgit, it has to be around RM 24,000,000.'

Great.

She (one of them) knew that I wasn't affordable to pay for that, she then offered me to work in her company, and I accepted, (Gosh I don't even know her name!)

And yea, I woke up after that..

This, is the first dream that I've ever remembered that much after waking up and how good if I could continue to see what'd happen next?

Blogging your dreams might seem bit weird, but it is fun to know what you've dreamt and I believe that I'll be amazed when I read em back after 10 years.. Hohoho...

Common food with different experience: A trip with Uni friends

After almost 35 minutes stuck in the burning black desert, in our oven-like cabin, we were nearly suffocated, dizzy with our heads spinning round and round. However, everything had then paid off greatly when we saw a huge plank that printed with eye-catching words coming nearer and finally just few steps away from us. We've reached our destination. It was like the ultimate goal that we had been battling for year and had finally achieved.

The sky was just like an innocent 5-year-old child who full with curiosity, tried to test our determinations to the final step of our destination. From light to heavy, drizzling to pouring, all happened within just a few blinks of eyes. Millions water drops hit the earth, like a grand performance from a jazz drummer. We were yet to get down from the black steel box, frustrated and struggling of how to strike for our final moves to the location.

Six of us, few had finally chosen to accept their fate of life, exposing under the embrace of the sky; others, like me, chose to utilize the great invention, which is to hide under the big yellow mushroom in order to avoid the cruel hit of the water drops. We thought everything had solved and we could finally enjoy the reward given for our hard works, but truth showed the other.

There was hundred of same creatures like us, stuffed at the entrance of the paradise, waiting the gate of satisfaction to be opened. The walk way was packed where we barely able to keep our feet in. Pending and wandering like tiny elves, our heads tilted up from time to time, to check out if the time has come for us to redeem our reward with the exchange of the green, red and yellow magic notes.

A few guardians in green then came out from the inside, welcomed us with their angelic smile and gestures, gentle but full with dark agendas.

It is a big white box, setup with a moderate number of chairs and tables. The air inside was unexpectedly pungent with oily fumes and smoke. I believed that it was because of the grilling and sizzling of the gross patties that took place in the kitchen. Our souls are polluted with that unpleasant smell, lingered on every thread of our clothes and strand of hair. That would be the last chance I gave for it.

Another 20 minutes of waiting and ordering, we finally found ourselves a comfort place to settle down. In front of us were a set of common combination of wheat, potatoes and chicken. The appearance of it made no difference with others, yet we still gave it a try.

It was unimaginably satisfying and fulfilling. Every of the three layers was a surprise. It had a chewy taste texture, with complex juices that burst from the inside out. With the stuff of rich cheese and healthy vege, every bite was full with excitement without any greasy feeling that would discomfort our stomachs.

Despite the killing fumes surrounding the air and the crowded space which limited our movements, joy and fun were still boosted tremendously with the ambiance inside and peers that walking with you through the journey. You would find uncountable laughter and be able to experience the diverse cultures that practice in this place, but sure, with your colorful magic notes.

Indeed, it was a paradise.

*Happy Hang Out with Friends!*