Mee Goreng

dreamt again.

i wanted to eat mee goreng. one of da shops cheated me. she cooked but da portion was so little that it would just cost me 20 cents. so i went ovre to another shop. thiw one said no prob. but she gave me da same portion as the other one. i made some noise this time and she finally cooked properly. but when she did, the noodles flew away as if it was light as feather, so i had to chase it. nawas and rashid was in da picture too.

then i head back to a place with 2 cars. one beatles. shaggy and scooby doo was inside. they opened up the back fo the car and saw an empty plate. they were surprised to see an empty styrofaom plate because they expected mee gorentg to be there that they cooked. shaggy said, "i knew i put ketchup and mustard. MUSTARD! thats it. mustard made it invisible" and its true. i could taste the mee goreng and finished it up in 4 mouthfuls.

da 2 cars. i was sitting in front already. da car couldnt move because it is activated by a special card. there was this kid. he wanted to be among us so he stole the mom's card and swiped it into our car to activate it. i think we left him behind because the mom made noise. i remembered a lawn that was being watered by automatic sprinklers. da boy took his bicycle and cycled to find us while getting soaked and said. " but they are my friends"

then i took chinook wif wan, my guitarist. we passed by this road, i remembered dreaming da first half of this dream before. imagine a 2 way single lane road. winding, badly litted, kampung atmosphere. i remembered passing by 3 or 4 humps. then, we hit a cemetary. HUGE with a lot of tombstones. i wasnt afraid. just cautious. i had to push chinook up this steep slope with tombstones everywhere. luckily wan helped. i remembered the white pong pong tree flowers scatterd nicely. white and bright. i was already taking notice of my surroundings. i could feel that the place was wet too. for all i noe, i couldnt leave chinook alone. that was da bottomline.

once we reached the top, i met this old man on da mrt train. told him about the cemetary and he said, yeah, thats the Dorset cemetary, the ones at bukit panjang. It didnt make any sense at all to me.

thats all for now. i dont feel like sleeping no more eventhough im quiet tired. oh i just remembered another scene from the previous dream. there was this guy and this girl. da girl was acting strange. she had long hair. black. all i could remember was that the guy told me that the girl is possessed, mildly. i took a look at her and agreed.

ok. dont freak out guys. these are just short movie clips that just happened. beyond my control. da weird thing about me when i'm having dreams, may it be bad or good, is that, i can never control my dream. for example, i know it was hard for me to push chinook up the slope. i could have turned myself into something bigger but i just dotn think about it. secondly, if i'm in a bad dream and i seek god's protection, i can say my prayers in my dream. very clearly. i have another friend who shared the same abilities but she can say da whole verses from this particular chapter of the Quran. her mom heard da whole thing clearly. the best thing about it is that, she doesnt memorise it.

lastly, i was in this swimming pool with gracia and another guy. she said something wrong but gave me a peck on da cheek to say she's sorry before we left the pool. da place around da pool was spacious. i remembered sinking to the bottom of da pool but left anyway.

dats it lah. nothing else.

dont forget to share your dreams!!!

ja
dreamy and still tired