Why do I recently keep having weird dreams?
Another strange dream I had last night totally baffled me. In this dream, I found I could trascend from one location to another as smoothly as a shadow. However, the main subject of the dream wasn't me, but several people from various countries and background. I was merely an observant to these people.
I remember the dream started with a scene inside an old building which looked kind of like the school buildings in rural India. A kid, probably aged 15 or 16, was brooding alone at a corner of one of the classrooms. It could be lunch break at that time; other students were seen eating and playing at a small field nearby. Being merely a shadow that observes, I stood by the brooding kid's desk and watched his behaviour.
The kid had a penknife with him. He kept revolving the penknife in his hand like those cool cowboys in the movies do with their guns, and after some time, the kid began to scratch his desk with the penknife. It looked like he was carving some words on the desk. I couldn't read what was carved by the kid because it was in a foreign script. Could be Tamil.
After he had finished with his carving, the kid left his desk and went outside towards the field. He continued revolving his penknife, and this made the other kids at the field shy away from him and began talking to each other in low hushed whispers. I wonder till now how I could understand what they were saying. The kid seemed annoyed by the cold stares the other students gave him, and so he spun around and yelled at a group of girls who were standing a few feet behind him.
"What are you looking at?! You want this, do you?" The kid angrily slammed the penknife down and it stuck upright in the ground. The girls dispersed in a hurry, and one of them was shouting back at the angry kid saying that she was going to report him to the teacher.
Across the field, teachers' voices were heard from the staff room. "That Gadfi boy," one teacher said to another, "is always causing problems. These kids from the low-caste families are never going to change, no matter how hard you teach them to be proper citizens."
A man in his 30s appeared at the door of the staff room, looking quite furious. He shouted at the kid with the penknife telling him to stop bullying the other students. "And keep that bloody penknife away before you hurt somebody, you useless boy!" the man barked.
The kid pulled his penknife from the ground and tucked it under the sleeve of his shirt. Unfortunately, as he slipped the penknife through the handcuff, the blade was accidentally pushed open and it cut the kid's wrist. Thankfully, the cut wasn't really deep.
"Serves you right for being so bad and stubborn!" the man continued before he went back inside the staff room.
Later, I found myself warped into a tiny lock-up cell with a young woman weeping on the bunk. Four older women were also there, each taking up a space of their own. Several of them had strange painted faces. One of them then walked up to the weeping young woman and tried to console her.
"Why can't they understand?" wailed the young woman, bitterly. "The Chinese killed my brother! They killed him... my brother, my only brother..."
"My friend's family members," the other woman muttered, "they were burnt alive by the Chinese. But she's still strong. You must be strong like her too. Don't cry, don't cry..."
The young woman's sobs began to soften. Then she looked at the dark mossy walls, at my way. She seemed surprised. I wondered if she actually saw me.
Next I found myself at the backseat of a car in the middle of traffic. A couple was bickering at the front. I found the woman interesting because she had rich red hair, and I have never seen a person with natural red hair so close before.
"You never take things seriously, do you Rob?" said the red-haired woman to her male companion, who was on the steering wheel as if he was the captain of a cruiser. Leona Lewis' 'Bleeding Love' was aired on the car radio.
"Oh, c'mon Julie. I didn't think you're that kind of person. Jesus, if I knew you're the impatient type, I could have booked us a room somewhere special. Are you always this quick with people you've just known?" said the guy named Rob.
Julie's jaw dropped, her eyes widened in disbelief. "Just known?! Just known?! Rob, don't you remember when we met? Remember the time we watched 'Hook' at school together? We were 10 at that time, Rob. 10 years old..."
Rob didn't seem to listen. His mind was wandering somewhere else.
But Julie still continued. "You didn't meet me just this few weeks, Rob. You met me a long time ago. When we were kids. And I..." she seemed to hold back tears, "... I could be, no... I have been waiting for you for almost 20 years..."
By then, I felt very exhausted. I lied on the back seat and stared at the roof. A few moments later, I found myself floating onto a desert of sand. There were palm trees a few yards away from where I dropped. As I neared the trees, I found them to be surrounding an oasis. The water shimmered beautifully under the clear skies. But all the trees were bent and broken to a certain angle, as if they were trying to bow to something… or to someone...
I searched at the direction the broken trees pointed to. I don't know how I got this in my mind and remember it:
East of the Moon, West of the Sun - a place where the Dark Gem is treasured; where 30,000 forms of Light spiral down to the Exodus on each day and each night; a place in which nothing in Man is measured.
'A noble person once walked here.'
A voice said in my head.
Who was that noble person?
Lethargy seeped in. I think I must have closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. But how could I be sleeping when I was already asleep?
When I woke up, I found that it was already 11.00 a.m. I thought I was really late for class, and then I remembered that it was a public holiday. Today's Maulidur Rasul - the day of the birth of Prophet Muhammad S.A.W. Peace Be Upon Him.
Another strange dream I had last night totally baffled me. In this dream, I found I could trascend from one location to another as smoothly as a shadow. However, the main subject of the dream wasn't me, but several people from various countries and background. I was merely an observant to these people.
I remember the dream started with a scene inside an old building which looked kind of like the school buildings in rural India. A kid, probably aged 15 or 16, was brooding alone at a corner of one of the classrooms. It could be lunch break at that time; other students were seen eating and playing at a small field nearby. Being merely a shadow that observes, I stood by the brooding kid's desk and watched his behaviour.
The kid had a penknife with him. He kept revolving the penknife in his hand like those cool cowboys in the movies do with their guns, and after some time, the kid began to scratch his desk with the penknife. It looked like he was carving some words on the desk. I couldn't read what was carved by the kid because it was in a foreign script. Could be Tamil.
After he had finished with his carving, the kid left his desk and went outside towards the field. He continued revolving his penknife, and this made the other kids at the field shy away from him and began talking to each other in low hushed whispers. I wonder till now how I could understand what they were saying. The kid seemed annoyed by the cold stares the other students gave him, and so he spun around and yelled at a group of girls who were standing a few feet behind him.
"What are you looking at?! You want this, do you?" The kid angrily slammed the penknife down and it stuck upright in the ground. The girls dispersed in a hurry, and one of them was shouting back at the angry kid saying that she was going to report him to the teacher.
Across the field, teachers' voices were heard from the staff room. "That Gadfi boy," one teacher said to another, "is always causing problems. These kids from the low-caste families are never going to change, no matter how hard you teach them to be proper citizens."
A man in his 30s appeared at the door of the staff room, looking quite furious. He shouted at the kid with the penknife telling him to stop bullying the other students. "And keep that bloody penknife away before you hurt somebody, you useless boy!" the man barked.
The kid pulled his penknife from the ground and tucked it under the sleeve of his shirt. Unfortunately, as he slipped the penknife through the handcuff, the blade was accidentally pushed open and it cut the kid's wrist. Thankfully, the cut wasn't really deep.
"Serves you right for being so bad and stubborn!" the man continued before he went back inside the staff room.
Later, I found myself warped into a tiny lock-up cell with a young woman weeping on the bunk. Four older women were also there, each taking up a space of their own. Several of them had strange painted faces. One of them then walked up to the weeping young woman and tried to console her.
"Why can't they understand?" wailed the young woman, bitterly. "The Chinese killed my brother! They killed him... my brother, my only brother..."
"My friend's family members," the other woman muttered, "they were burnt alive by the Chinese. But she's still strong. You must be strong like her too. Don't cry, don't cry..."
The young woman's sobs began to soften. Then she looked at the dark mossy walls, at my way. She seemed surprised. I wondered if she actually saw me.
Next I found myself at the backseat of a car in the middle of traffic. A couple was bickering at the front. I found the woman interesting because she had rich red hair, and I have never seen a person with natural red hair so close before.
"You never take things seriously, do you Rob?" said the red-haired woman to her male companion, who was on the steering wheel as if he was the captain of a cruiser. Leona Lewis' 'Bleeding Love' was aired on the car radio.
"Oh, c'mon Julie. I didn't think you're that kind of person. Jesus, if I knew you're the impatient type, I could have booked us a room somewhere special. Are you always this quick with people you've just known?" said the guy named Rob.
Julie's jaw dropped, her eyes widened in disbelief. "Just known?! Just known?! Rob, don't you remember when we met? Remember the time we watched 'Hook' at school together? We were 10 at that time, Rob. 10 years old..."
Rob didn't seem to listen. His mind was wandering somewhere else.
But Julie still continued. "You didn't meet me just this few weeks, Rob. You met me a long time ago. When we were kids. And I..." she seemed to hold back tears, "... I could be, no... I have been waiting for you for almost 20 years..."
By then, I felt very exhausted. I lied on the back seat and stared at the roof. A few moments later, I found myself floating onto a desert of sand. There were palm trees a few yards away from where I dropped. As I neared the trees, I found them to be surrounding an oasis. The water shimmered beautifully under the clear skies. But all the trees were bent and broken to a certain angle, as if they were trying to bow to something… or to someone...
I searched at the direction the broken trees pointed to. I don't know how I got this in my mind and remember it:
East of the Moon, West of the Sun - a place where the Dark Gem is treasured; where 30,000 forms of Light spiral down to the Exodus on each day and each night; a place in which nothing in Man is measured.
'A noble person once walked here.'
A voice said in my head.
Who was that noble person?
Lethargy seeped in. I think I must have closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. But how could I be sleeping when I was already asleep?
When I woke up, I found that it was already 11.00 a.m. I thought I was really late for class, and then I remembered that it was a public holiday. Today's Maulidur Rasul - the day of the birth of Prophet Muhammad S.A.W. Peace Be Upon Him.
"BLEEDING LOVE" BY LEONA LEWIS is playing in my mind today.
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