Four-thirty in the morning again and I woke up from the weirdest dream. I was being stalked by some sort of evil sociopath, and after managing to evade him a couple of times he succeeds in kidnapping me and brings me to some sort of lair. He strips me of my clothes, puts me under a cold shower, and leaves me there. While he's away I manage to will myself to blend into the white tiles - not just blend into them but actually melt through them so that my body goes through the tiles and is inside the wall. I am triumphant, if only for a moment. He comes back and from behind the tiles I hear him chuckle derisively at my attempt at magic because as it turns out, like an amateur Harry Potter character disapparating incompletely, I have left my feet sticking out of the wall. He grabs me by them and pulls. And then I wake up. Trés bizarre.
Interpretations, anyone?
That's some freaky dream.. not an expert or anything but the way you described the feet seem to indicate they're roots of some sort. Like maybe you can blend into the background and have everyone think you're just like them but there's something you have that you can't deny. Perhaps a history, heritage, some secret thing from ur childhood.. idk Lolz
ReplyDeleteAilayket. Something innate, inherent in me that I cannot hide... Hmmm... Perhaps the whole issue about my birth...Something to think about indeed... =)
DeleteThanks for dropping by, citybuoy!
What happened to This Night Sky, These City Lights I?
DeleteOne of your great fears will pull you out of your little corner one of these days and force you to travel to a place you never wished to go maybe because of someone, or something, an object, a memento. Perhaps a part of your memory you have long swept underneath the rugs.
ReplyDeleteI think it's a good sign of things to come. Which I think will be challenging, but good nonetheless.
One of my greatest fears...let's see, FAILURE maybe? Some fear of success as well? Because that may be just as scary. The point is to take the challenge, right?
DeleteThanks, Splice! =) Hoping it is a sign of good things to come.
Apparently, you're Shadow Cat and he's Sylar. How are you, SP? :)
ReplyDeleteSylar from Heroes? I miss that show! I used to be so addicted to Peter Whathisface. Italian dude? Hot bod? Haha.
DeleteI'm well, Other S.P.! Thank you for asking. =) How are youuu?
Hey, do you remember a very short-lived siomai shop across from TC? It was right next to that Julie's Bakeshop, right in front of that laundry place, where you had to walk up a flight of steps to get to? Two of my friends were the budding entrepreneurs of that unfortunate business. Hehe. Poor things. =)
Yes. I was absolutely addicted to that show myself. I went all sappy when I thought it was justifiable. Mhrrr. I miss that show.
DeleteYes, I recall that shop. The place is deceiving. It seems perfect for business but it's not. A lot of business didn't flourish there. I blame the wall that separates shell from that section of the street. :)
i semi-agree with Nyl on this. i think this is a suppression (aren't most dreams suppressions anyway?) of something that you've been trying to avoid, or hide. and just when you think you've become victorious in convincing others (or yourself probably) that this 'thing' has been successfully concealed, you later on realize that it's still there. people (or you) still see it exists, and this is what freaks you out.
ReplyDelete*my attempt at being madam auring* lol
Madame Auring! Thank you for gracing my little blog with your presence! Hehe. =)
DeleteI'm liking this Freudian outpouring from all of you. =) Yes, Freud said that dreams were suppressed desires, things you could not achieve in waking were realized in dreams - the gracious fulfiller of wishes. That's what he said. But I dunno, man, Freud was a weirdo.
It may very well be that there is something I would like to conceal that is nevertheless obvious to some. When I think about it, there are a lot of things.
It's why I keep this blog a secret from those who are (supposedly) closest to me. I don't think they would understand why I need to write these things. Or maybe it's fear that I be judged for the things I feel and say... Fear that the things that mean something to me will be trivialized... Which is why I feel that others who write what they feel are more apt to understand... I don't know....
Maybe the meaning of this is I actually ,want people to discover this side of me. I want my friends to be able to understand...
Anyways, thanks for stopping by, Claudiopoi and the rest of ya'lls!
Tahnkyou, commagen.
Can I just say I am loving Blogger's new threaded comments!
ReplyDeleteHello S.P,
ReplyDeleteI keep looking for "This Night Sky, These City Lights I".. Nabitin kasi ako nung nabasa ko yung preview sa reading list ko.
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Hahaha! Hi, Linzy! Thanks for dropping by! I'll repost it as soon as I figure out an ending. Haha. =)) That's a story I've been thinking about for a while... The thing is, I don't know what or sho the guy character is. He's based on someone I don't understand so.. it's hard to write him. Haha. I dunno.
DeleteCome back soon! Hey, you should join our blogging challenge thingamajig.