last night :
: layer 1
frame one :
stood at the back of a classroom styled like the primary ones in catholic high.
frame two :
(i) coming home from school in England.
(ii) discovered a new shortcut home but in order to take this route, a branch from an old tree had to break and block the main road.
(iii) walked up the hill to an intersection which was in Hong Kong.
(iv) at the interchange (bus station and train station) in Hong Kong but the route I was going on would take me to Duncraig, Perth, Western Australia.
frame three :
in Egypt with mother and saw a belly dancer on the street and then we went looking at Lebanese restaurants.
layer 2
layer 1 frame two :
(iv) with a supposed colleague and we worked at some boutique in the train station and she found the new location of a comic shop. we were also on our way to a fancy dress party.
layer 3
- in a field with four others and we were running away from i don't know who. we had to quickly put on dresses and blend ourselves in a 1950's rock and roll party. mine was a green dress with complicated looking buttons. whilst getting dressed in this field, i came across a stack of cold hard cash and managed to grab it and hide this money in my dress.
layer 4
- return to layer 2.
- did not enter the comic shop but instead took the train and went to a hospital somewhere in the US to give the money i got from layer 3 to a dying football athlete. he was unconscious and i placed the money under his pillow.
layer 5
- return to layer 1 in the classroom to mark the test papers. :
yep. all these happened within the span of six hours.
it helps to be easily accessed to pen and paper once you wake up.
last last night :
: part i - with SAA in a shopping mall and i needed to get new clothes but didn't fancy anything. he was in another shop and decided to buy a pair of new flip flops for my siblings. they looked quite nice. (the flip flops)
part ii - with four others and we were running from building to building and climbing in and out of windows cos we were chased by zombies. not that fun and very tiring. and as lame as a re-enactment of an episode of the walking dead. :
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keeping quiet.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
last nite:
: inflated people. real people who could just inflate. kinda like violet beauregarde after she ate that gum which she wasn't supposed to. they then either acted as a wall or bricks or a wall of bricks. also prior or after, i tried to run away from people who hid people in wooden closets with intricate golden knobs. nobs. :
last last nite:
: (i) was supposed to hit the clubs with co-workers but they kept asking me to change my attire according to their preference and predictably, i didn't change and hence, didn't go. (ii) in a car on a dark night on a winding road with no street lighting and told driver to go to serene park but ended up getting off the car and walking there on my own. (iii) on a cliff in a desert and witnessed a sport called 'waitboarding' which was very much akin to skateboarding and goodness knows if i can remember what the fuck it was all about. :
listening to obscurities from the mid nineties.
: inflated people. real people who could just inflate. kinda like violet beauregarde after she ate that gum which she wasn't supposed to. they then either acted as a wall or bricks or a wall of bricks. also prior or after, i tried to run away from people who hid people in wooden closets with intricate golden knobs. nobs. :
last last nite:
: (i) was supposed to hit the clubs with co-workers but they kept asking me to change my attire according to their preference and predictably, i didn't change and hence, didn't go. (ii) in a car on a dark night on a winding road with no street lighting and told driver to go to serene park but ended up getting off the car and walking there on my own. (iii) on a cliff in a desert and witnessed a sport called 'waitboarding' which was very much akin to skateboarding and goodness knows if i can remember what the fuck it was all about. :
listening to obscurities from the mid nineties.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
consecutive nightmares about the same imbecile? no fun at all.
not worth any form of detail except that trains were involved. again.
last night's pleasantries (girl who wanted to dye her hair in order to look like a magic troll) were partly induced by "poetic" polar bears and pandas. and gunter grass.
and whirl. oh, whirl is really pretty.
not worth any form of detail except that trains were involved. again.
last night's pleasantries (girl who wanted to dye her hair in order to look like a magic troll) were partly induced by "poetic" polar bears and pandas. and gunter grass.
and whirl. oh, whirl is really pretty.
Friday, February 11, 2011
last night :
: of travelling with a friend from one coffeeshop to another, pimpin' his artwork and at times having to be on stage to pitch sales etc. also in another frame, i was in some strange music game show with my clone as gameshow host and i had to guess band names that had been altered. for example, funeral tv was not funeral tv but actually funeral diner. wtf. :
sf had dreams and remembered! :
gry : no ghosts?
sf : nope, i did get arrested for being an international terrorist though.
gry : hah! that's amazing...what sort of terrorism? ... which country were you in? where were you from?
sf : i think i was like carlos the jackal! ... it was odd i got put in jail and my supporters were in tears. total emo. i think i was on earth first time....
sf : i don't remember much about it though, apart from a dude who looked like syamil basayev. was totally in tears and the most emo of all.
gry : interesting how paranormal activity induced such dreams.
sf : :D
such fine weather for tabbouleh.
: of travelling with a friend from one coffeeshop to another, pimpin' his artwork and at times having to be on stage to pitch sales etc. also in another frame, i was in some strange music game show with my clone as gameshow host and i had to guess band names that had been altered. for example, funeral tv was not funeral tv but actually funeral diner. wtf. :
sf had dreams and remembered! :
gry : no ghosts?
sf : nope, i did get arrested for being an international terrorist though.
gry : hah! that's amazing...what sort of terrorism? ... which country were you in? where were you from?
sf : i think i was like carlos the jackal! ... it was odd i got put in jail and my supporters were in tears. total emo. i think i was on earth first time....
sf : i don't remember much about it though, apart from a dude who looked like syamil basayev. was totally in tears and the most emo of all.
gry : interesting how paranormal activity induced such dreams.
sf : :D
such fine weather for tabbouleh.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
checked out fourth culture radio last night. really sweet mixes going on there.
: elevators and escalators. elevators that transformed into a train and we travelled all the way up to the 117th floor but were on railway tracks. and suddenly in a train station and pushing trolleys with i-don't-know-whose luggage and finding myself in a restaurant that served strange food that looked like lobsters but weren't. wanted to check out some weird punk disco but finally decided against it. :
couple of nights ago, after heavy rotation of water & solutions :
: went to a house show where sf and his mates were in a tin-whistle band. they were sitting on the sofas in the living room and i came in just in time to hear the last 3 songs and they sounded a lot like wrought:ironsmile. especially the tracks from the die kosmo gessellschaft split. then i went to the kitchen to wash my face and left for a charity bazaar. it was in a school and the year was 1983 and they sold mostly clothes and i didn't feel like getting anything. :
woke up this morning humming to jawbreaker.
: elevators and escalators. elevators that transformed into a train and we travelled all the way up to the 117th floor but were on railway tracks. and suddenly in a train station and pushing trolleys with i-don't-know-whose luggage and finding myself in a restaurant that served strange food that looked like lobsters but weren't. wanted to check out some weird punk disco but finally decided against it. :
couple of nights ago, after heavy rotation of water & solutions :
: went to a house show where sf and his mates were in a tin-whistle band. they were sitting on the sofas in the living room and i came in just in time to hear the last 3 songs and they sounded a lot like wrought:ironsmile. especially the tracks from the die kosmo gessellschaft split. then i went to the kitchen to wash my face and left for a charity bazaar. it was in a school and the year was 1983 and they sold mostly clothes and i didn't feel like getting anything. :
woke up this morning humming to jawbreaker.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
in un-chronological order.
: (i) together with his mom, we walked around the city and settled for a restaurant that only served salad. and salad we had and on high stools we sat on. (ii) had to pack and unpack many many books with co-workers in someone's house. some of them were really good books and i wished i could have them for myself but someone was after us and we had to hurry. (iii) baby m was standing at 3 years old and he stood in the middle of field in awe of the many airplanes flying around him. so nice.
20th century hardcore.
and 21st century hardcore sounding like 20th century hardcore. and better.
: (i) together with his mom, we walked around the city and settled for a restaurant that only served salad. and salad we had and on high stools we sat on. (ii) had to pack and unpack many many books with co-workers in someone's house. some of them were really good books and i wished i could have them for myself but someone was after us and we had to hurry. (iii) baby m was standing at 3 years old and he stood in the middle of field in awe of the many airplanes flying around him. so nice.
20th century hardcore.
and 21st century hardcore sounding like 20th century hardcore. and better.