Friday, July 04, 2008
Is it cheating if it's subconscious? Does it count if it's just in the mind?
If so. I have cheated. Dreams always feel so real.
(and lord knows he's mentally cheated for sure. He's admitted to me that XXX is on his mind every 2 minutes, and reaches a critical point when he walks past news stands selling Ralph and Zoo and FHM and Maxim)
In my dream, I was walking towards a gate with a group of people. In the distance there were people carrying rifles and shotguns. They were shooting at each other and I saw someone get shot, flip over, die. There was only one man remaining, and he turned his gun towards us, this group of people inexplicably and steadily walking towards our deaths. He started firing. The people in front of me collasped like falling timber. The people to my side tumbled to the ground. I threw myself onto the ground as well. I was not shot. I took shelter behind a dead body. Tears were leaking down my face. My instinct was to stand up, turn around and run, but I knew that if I did I would get shot. So I let the bodies of the dead preserve my life.
I don't know what happened, how the gunman got disarmed or got shot or got killed off by my dream machine in order to get to the next scene of this dream-movie. But I turned to a strange man, an unknown man, a handsome man and we kissed like I usually kissed him, and then some. And yet he appeared, and the kissing was not the same, like it lacked the passion of forbidden fruit. Or whatever.
No more watching trailers for The Strangers before going to bed. Su Xin, if you're reading this, I spoiled myself by reading the synopsis of that movie, the poster which we saw at the cinemas. As a result, I kept imagining, just before I drifted into unconsciousness, that someone in a mask and gun would ambush me in my sleep.
If so. I have cheated. Dreams always feel so real.
(and lord knows he's mentally cheated for sure. He's admitted to me that XXX is on his mind every 2 minutes, and reaches a critical point when he walks past news stands selling Ralph and Zoo and FHM and Maxim)
In my dream, I was walking towards a gate with a group of people. In the distance there were people carrying rifles and shotguns. They were shooting at each other and I saw someone get shot, flip over, die. There was only one man remaining, and he turned his gun towards us, this group of people inexplicably and steadily walking towards our deaths. He started firing. The people in front of me collasped like falling timber. The people to my side tumbled to the ground. I threw myself onto the ground as well. I was not shot. I took shelter behind a dead body. Tears were leaking down my face. My instinct was to stand up, turn around and run, but I knew that if I did I would get shot. So I let the bodies of the dead preserve my life.
I don't know what happened, how the gunman got disarmed or got shot or got killed off by my dream machine in order to get to the next scene of this dream-movie. But I turned to a strange man, an unknown man, a handsome man and we kissed like I usually kissed him, and then some. And yet he appeared, and the kissing was not the same, like it lacked the passion of forbidden fruit. Or whatever.
No more watching trailers for The Strangers before going to bed. Su Xin, if you're reading this, I spoiled myself by reading the synopsis of that movie, the poster which we saw at the cinemas. As a result, I kept imagining, just before I drifted into unconsciousness, that someone in a mask and gun would ambush me in my sleep.
# posted by me lah @ 12:13 pm 
