Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Q: What the hell is wrong with you?!

Woah, I had a bizarre dream last night. When I mean bizarre, it really was, because it kept me awake for a while and as I drifted back into sleep, the dream continued, almost as though it’s on Pause and Play mode.

Here I sat, swinging my legs over the roof, and looked down at the tiny cars below (presuming it’s Chicago or some metropolis). The air filled itself with continuous street noises that I don’t seem to mind (strange but true).

She came up behind me and stood at the edge, watching along. Her white dress fluttered in the light breeze. Neither of us lifted our heads from the streets. Her voice was soft and curious.

"What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just watching."
"Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"No. Nowhere in particular."

Woke up. Walked to laptop and saw 3.45am on the clock. Went to the bathroom and washed my face. Need more sleep, headed back to bed.

I see her again. Yet (strangely) I was still there on the roof, staring at a yellow cab driving by. Then, I sighed.

"Up here, I feel significant like... like I can fly. Everything else looks small."
She nodded. "Don’t you want to fly?"
"Not really."
"But you can. You know."

I took a good look at her. She smiled warmly, even though we were strangers. But still, I stood up and observe the height from where I ought to jump, bringing myself closer to the edge.

I turned around to see that the girl was gone.

Then the alarm clock went off. Bizarre indeed.

Wonder if it's a sign?
Vonnie S.

2 comments:

  1. it better not be one of those creepy things i heard bryan talk about b4. the girl is chinese? must be your cousin sister kot. yeeeerr you sound so maturre in your dreams. no wonder its a dream. ;)

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  2. Bryan's ghost stories are just overkill la. Don't think about it too much. I really have no idea. All I can remember is that right...I am not afraid of her, at the same time, I was super calm. (Damn not the right thing to do I know) GG too much anime I think. XD

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