7 November 2009

The Tragic

I dreamt of myself treading on shards of glass. There was glass everywhere on the ground. It was impossible to take a step without having glass cutting into your skin. Where did the glass come from? I wasn't sure.

It hurt, but the pain was more bearable than the pain I experienced when you didn't return my smile. When you looked right through me like I wasn't even there. When you declared your affections for someone else in front of me.

At that moment I'd have given anything to jump on broken glass. I'd choose physical pain. It would be excruciating, it would leave scars.

But at least those are better than a broken heart.

And I also dreamt of myself swimming with imaginary dolphins in a dark, narrow tunnel. It was pitch dark, but I could vaguely make out my cousin's head bobbing up and down in front of me.

The tunnel got narrower and narrower. The ceiling lower and lower. And I was too fat to squeeze through, into the light at the end of the tunnel. I couldn't turn back either.

So I drowned.

The Peculiar
(and sort of tragic, yes)

There was this strange kind of disease spreading around. Maybe not a disease exactly, it was more like ... magic. The infected people would be weakened by sunlight, and slowly, they would just disappear, like dust in the wind. Where to? I wasn't sure.

A person gets infected when an infected person touches him/her under sunlight. And there was this special day, where the last infected person was destined to disappear. There would be a fire, a fiery one.

I was one of the infected ones. Along with many other people. People from other schools. People from other states. Strangely enough, my school was the setting.

You'd probably guess right, I was the last one. Iris was infected too, but Rui Mei wasn't. (Neh. Weird.) We tried to tell everyone about the fire. Nobody understood. Nobody cared.

We didn't want to take Rui Mei with us too (by touching her under sunlight), as she could very well live on. So. When we told her that we were going to disappear ... I don't remember what happened actually. I think I cried. Hahaha. Don't laugh. I told you it was strange.

Then Iris disappeared. I was alone. Then you appeared. I tried to hold on to you, treasure the last moment we have together. You didn't have a clue what was going on. You thought everything was normal.

I tried to explain. But there wasn't enough time. I could feel myself getting weaker, getting more ... transparent. I was disappearing. I tried to hug/kiss/do something to (something DECENT) you one ... last ... time ...

(Arwen's quote from Lord of the Rings. Hahaha. Although she said something like I just want to see him one last time ... something like that.)

I was holding your hand, you were going to say something. But then, I disappeared. Like I was simply blown away by the (non-existent) wind. But I was forced, forced by the Angel? Devil? who created this disease thing, to hang around, to watch the fire. To watch the deadly flames slowly surround you, to watch your futile attempts to escape.

The Devil (must be a devil) was laughing and screeching in this horrible manner. I was ... crying again, I suppose. But I couldn't do anything. I couldn't save you.

Iris and I disappeared into another world. There were lots of twinkling stars, it was mesmerizing. We ... uh, sang Chinese New Year songs together? Okay. That wasn't in the dream.

That was reality. It was what we did in class the week before the finals.

Sounds like a story eh. Except it was more ... uh, epic? in the dream. Like a movie. HAHA. Laugh all you want, I know it's ridiculous.

The Happy

I can't remember any at the moment. Sucks doesn't it? You can only remember all the horrid and strange dreams, and forget all the nice ones.

Damn. Never mind. I shall make something up.

Hmm, what about :

I dreamt of myself lying on a fluffy cloud, next to the most gorgeous white stone castle I have ever seen. I was carefree. There wasn't a single worry in my mind.

Neh. Happy enough I suppose.

The Scary

Not really (or even remotely) scary, but still, scary enough to jerk me awake. Sniff.

Well, I dreamt of myself (trying to) sleep on my own bed with the little light turned on as I couldn't sleep with the lights turned off. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw my bathroom door open. Somebody with long black hair came in. Or maybe she was invisible, I couldn't remember which.

Both are equally creepy. Imagine a door opening and closing and nobody enters or exits. Almost worse than when someone actually does enter or exit. Eek.

She came to me and stabbed me with a knife.

Like how Frodo got stabbed by the Nazgul at Weathertop. Ouch.

Hahahaha. Stupid eh. There's another scary one, but I can't recall it right now.

"I'll tell you ... I'll tell you when I remember." - Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella

Anyway. Finals will be over in three days! Tomorrow doesn't count, and the last day (Thursday) doesn't count either as there is only one paper on that day. Whoopeee.

My results are gonna be awesome! :D

(That was meant to be sarcastic. Just thought you should know.)

Oh, the past few days were pretty awful. For SOME reasons. Not that I could do anything to change them. Pffft.