Dream Journal 003

Have you ever seen an almost typical horror movie ending? The type where we think it's over and the heroine is seemingly travelling to safety and then the film reveals it's not? They say dreams are the journeys your soul has gone, and yes this dream was definitely a journey. A journey to safety - or not.

I was sitting in the backseat with my jaws resting on my palms, as I watch the trees pass by my window. I didn't know the driver, nor was I able to get a glimpse of his face. He has sideburns thick enough to patch a bald man's scalp. He was wearing a khaki explorer outfit (you know what i'm talking about). And this was all I knew about him. Soon, I dozed off...

I suddenly got a bird's eye view, but still I didn't get to see the whole thing that happened - or maybe i just couldn't remember. All I remember was the car went skidding to a stop.

I opened my eyes to see blood on the driver's clothes. I got up and checked up on him. He was a dead. A shard of glass pierced through his neck, with blood still gushing out of his wound. It was clear he was dead. He couldn't have been able to survive all the blood loss. The car was now placed sideways in the middle of the road. What hit us? Who did this? I thought. The hood was puffing smoke. It wasn't safe. I got out of the car and suddenly I went crouching against the car. I was hiding from something. I didn't know what I was hiding from, but I knew I was hiding from something. I felt my heart beat like the drums of war, and I felt sweat running through my pores. I need to get out of here. As I went to check sideways to find an escape route, I noticed something. The left front tire. It was hit by an arrow - a large arrow. I panicked. I knew I needed to get out fast to survive. Even though I didn't know what I was running from, I knew I had to get out of there. I looked to my left to see the savanna. Bad idea. I would be dead by the time I reach civilization - if there were any. I looked to my right to see a long lane of maroon fence, and a gate nearby. Better. I ran as fast I could and entered the gate...

I'm doomed...

I'm dead...

The other side of the gate was all hell. It was a rectangular pool of dead bodies, lying on top of each other, with large arrows pinned through their backs. They were the same arrow as the one that got the left front tire of the car. I felt a grip on my left shoulder. It was wet. I got to watch my yellow shirt turn orange. Blood. I looked sideways to see a good-as-dead man, naked, holding my shoulder. There were blood dripping from the hole on his stomach. He fell to the floor. Died. There was no way out. If I went back, I'm good as dead. Suddenly, I heard a soft creaking. It was the gate..

Did I survive? I didn't know. It was an open ending I guess.

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Dear Heart

"Heart, I know that I've been hard on you. I'm sorry for all the things I've put you through." - Heart (Britney Spears)

I've been active lately, heart, and beyond that actually. I've been wild. I've been meeting a lot of people that I know caused you such blenders. I'm sorry. I made you fall in love with people not even worth our time. I made you believe that we were loved - but no heart, we weren't. White lies have gone through my ears and hit you like a million daggers, piercing through every inch of you. I've been gullible, heart, and you know it's my weakness. With every face that came our way, different in features and in color, you've been beating differently for every one of them. We've been fooled, we've been fooled. I'm so sorry heart. Everyone gets hurt, and right now, it's our turn. When will it end? I don't know. Just keep on beating strong for me, will you? Just keep being strong, and for sure, we'll encounter this a lot of times in the future. Take this as our training module. We're gonna be soldiers heart, just you wait. Soon enough we'll be numb and feel nothing at all. We'll be smart enough to predict the predators' moves. We'll survive this. Tomorrow, we'll be so much stronger. Heart, just keep on keep on beating strong for me. This is going to be a tough ride. 

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Dream Journal 002

I was lying down in a soft cream colored bed with a fluffy comforter and tons of cream colored pillows. The ceiling was white, and the walls were princeton orange. I was thinking of what I should be doing that moment. I was alone, and so I thought. But then again I was not. Someone (a KEMer, let's call him K) was lying beside me with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I could see his rose lips moving - he was murmuring something too soft that I couldn't make out what he was saying - and I replied. I told him something that I couldn't remember. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead over and over and over and over. I hugged him tight and enjoyed the moment. It was soon afterwards that he finally got some Zs and began snoring - snoring like an elephant, but sounded like an angel to me.

I finally sat on the bed and looked at K. He was topless, unshaven, and he was perfectly still. I noticed a large screen TV meters away from the bed which by the way is at the center of a large princeton orange room. The frame was pink and the screen showed a demo of Dance Dance Revolution. I somehow got it to play, but I couldn't seem to find where the dance pad is. The floor was entirely covered with a blood red carpet. Where could the dance pad be? I quite began to notice that not the entire floor was covered - the bed. The space that was occupied by the bed wasn't exactly covered with carpet. I pushed the bed until some colored dots began to show. Pink on top, red and green on the middle row, and yellow on the bottom. A diamond. Two sets of colored dots that formed two adjacent diamonds. The dance pad, I thought. 

I began playing. The screen began showing colored circles, pink, red, green and yellow, that slowly rose towards a row of white transparent circles. I was playing Dance Dance Revolution I guess. I got the hang of the game was doing pretty well as far as I remember until it switched from Solo version to Double mode. The speed of the circles got faster and faster. My legs began intertwining into each other until I finally fell to the ground. I noticed K was already awake, sitting on the bed staring at me, with a blank stare on his eyes. I stayed there sitting on the ground watching him get up and began stepping on the colored dots. He was helping me. 

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It was cut short. I didn't know what happened next, and I didn't know what this all means. But it was a fun dream. Fun fun!

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