tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97638552024-03-13T22:10:28.059+11:00Subconscious RealtorVery rarely do one stumble across a dream blog. So, why not I have one. After all we really should pay attention to our dreams more often than not. Dreams akin to cracks are one of the ways the subconsciousness is able to break through the great big glass bowl that is reality.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-56288292968988404822008-08-14T09:47:00.003+10:002008-08-14T10:04:23.593+10:00broken again<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've been having some robbery related dreams lately, haven't I?<br /><br />Anyway, to get down to it, I actually woke up expecting to find my apartment in a mess and all trashed up with things strewn everywhere and literally looked like it was robbed overnight. In last night's dream, it started out with my brother walking in the front door telling me that Shauna's, whom I have no idea who that is, apartment in the same building was just robbed. So we did what any normal minded person would do and locked our doors. Then several minutes later, our door was being forcefully broken into and before I know it, a group of maybe four to five guys came storming into the apartment brandishing knives and ordering us to have our hands up and don't move.<br /><br />They started ransacking the place and grabbing any valuable thing that wasn't tied down. We were both too shocked for words to even react or speak. They went on their business for a good five to ten minutes and immediately left when they got their fill. We were still in a state of shock but as we slowly picked up the pieces, we recovered. Most of my valuables were gone, my wardrobe was turned upside down, my bags were turned inside out and my room looked like a tornado came and went in seconds.<br /><br />The details of the aftermath is kind of sketchy but I recall us having to cook somewhere else in the common kitchen apparently, because we couldn't use ours for some reason. When we got back to our apartment, the same robbers were back there again, for more. They decided to make some stupid banter with us and demanded that they show us where our real valuable stuff was. After this, the dream just became a muddle and I woke.<br /><br />Oh, God. I really hope I don't have another one like that ever again. It's too surreal and doesn't do anything for my security of being here.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-79264201664919780832008-07-28T09:49:00.004+10:002008-07-28T10:53:00.644+10:00attack of the killer dream<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let me get right into it. I know it's been too long since my last post of any dream related thing so here's one now.<br /><br />I dreamed that my previous abode back home was being invaded by some sort of pro-government cult or terrorists group who thought that my family and I were the terrorists actually. So they decided to attack our home one night and took all our things and destroyed the house basically. The group arrived in waves and droves to the house, first with the leader saying that we were being arrested but with no probable cause or reason for the arrest of course.<br /><br />Then, the whole group seem to have come out to get us as they then trashed our cars, walls, furniture, and took everything that weren't battened down. It was more like a seige and we were the innocent victims being raided for whatever reason.<br /><br />Then, I remembered that I saw a friend in the middle of all this and ran up to him and started screaming hysterically and ask why are you doing this and swearing at him. He said something like it was for the greater good or something like that. I seemed like a mad woman.<br /><br />Anyway, the group continued tearing down our house and beating us up as well. After that I can't remember much anymore except that I was more angry than frightened the entire time.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-13024960572579833382007-11-16T16:59:00.000+11:002007-11-16T18:00:27.542+11:00sexy back<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Okay. Imagine this scene.<br /><br />You're talking casually with your younger brother (or sister or any other relations if this doesn't apply to you) about whatever that's been going on that day. Then, the topic switches to attending any recent concerts or shows lately. He starts telling you about thinking about going to one but don't know if he can or not because he hasn't gotten any money or something like that.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then he suddenly realizes that he can go for one even though he doesn't really like the singer but he'll go anyway. He rings someone up and then a second later, Justin Timberlake appears at our door. The brother starts to talk casually with him like an old friend and you're awestruck by Justin Timberlake's presence there. (let's assume for continuity and easiness sake that you are a fan of Justin) Justin rambles on about having to do something around the area or something and that your brother was just calling him up with a favour that is getting choice front row seats at his concert on that very night in the very same city that you and your brother are at.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/75/LoveStonedSingleCover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/75/LoveStonedSingleCover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Amazing coincidences aren't they? They don't come as awesome as that anymore.<br /><br />So to continue, Justin and the brother shake hands, say their goodbyes and Justin gives a slight acknowledgment of you standing agape at him and he's gone. Gone as quick and sleek as the slippery shiny singer dude he is.<br /><br />And with that, the scene is cut and over. How's that for a dream eh? I wouldn't mind those JT concert tickets but seeing as there's about a few thousand kilometres between me and my younger brother, not to mention the sea, I don't see how he could teleport himself here to be ready for the show.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-55924192527044099782007-11-14T09:52:00.000+11:002007-11-14T10:54:54.360+11:00from beyond<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Man, just when I thought my dreams couldn't get any weirder, my jumbled mind goes and pulls a stunt like the one I had last night.<br /><br />It wasn't just weird, it was hella strange. It seemed like every piece from every corner of my mind came crashing down together on this big landing strip that was my subconsciousness and started forming odd goings-on which was unheard of or even aware of at all.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One of the more vivid recollection of my dream last night was that of this kingpin dude from Prison Break selling his wares in a cafeteria and talking with his customers in daily Malay language as if he had been talking that way for ever. First of all, he's Panamanian in character and probably American in reality, so I don't know where the Malay speaking part came from. Secondly, I think when it was my turn to order some food, I tried ordering some dish that looked like rendang with rice but opted for the nasi goreng in the end. Also, I didn't have enough money at that time and remember thinking that AUD$10 for a dish of nasi goreng was a ripoff. And the whole time the non-Malay-so-obviously-American dude was conversing with me in Malay. And I don't think I paid off my friend who loaned me the rest of the money to buy my food.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After getting my food, I remember I was with this friend, whom I cannot remember now but just that we were all wearing the same clothes. Kind of like those psycho wards in the hospitals or mental institutions except that this one looks a lot like the one in Heroes where the Company abducts people and do crazy experiments and inject them with deadly viruses. So yes, there were other people as well eating and talking and I remember vividly this guy who looked like Gin from the anime Bleach except that he wasn't in anime form but rather what he would look like if he was a real human being in the real world.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then, the scene switched to me sitting at a table with my nasi goreng and eating our meal with some other people whom I didn't recognise but appear to know. I can't really remember what happened after that but I would presume that I finished my meal and then went back to wherever we came from in that odd place.<br /><br />So, what did I learn from this dream? That I'm watching too much Heroes, Prison Break and Bleach probably. And that the more I attempt to interpret my dreams, the more confused I become. Perhaps it's just time to let go, enjoy the ride and take it all in for once.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh and just a little reminder about you people not getting into Heroes yet. Do it! If not you're missing out on some hot shirtless Peter/Milo nekkidness action, which almost half of the episodes so far this season have the ever steaming and sizzling Milo half-naked, wet, angsty and just looking smoking hot in every scene he's in. Clothed or not. But I prefer him unclothed, don't you?<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqNjBTPhEk0/Rzo5AQ0uM-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5BLk_snMXes/s1600-h/miloventimigliashirtless.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqNjBTPhEk0/Rzo5AQ0uM-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5BLk_snMXes/s400/miloventimigliashirtless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132477402020983778" border="0" /></a></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-24711090365276074102007-10-12T07:56:00.001+10:002007-10-12T20:33:32.742+10:00juxtapositions<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's been too long. Way too long. It's not that I don't dream anymore. I do but it just didn't seem interesting or forgettable to remember to blog about them.<br /><br />But this one is different.<br /><br />As usual, there'll be no names attached to the persons mentioned. Many things have last passed since the last dream recorded so I won't bother trying to keep anything up to speed.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So anyway, about a month and a half ago, I met some new friends, we started going out, bonding, that kind of stuff, and doing things together as a group, blah blah blah. Only thing is that there is this one person, BS, who I kinda have a <s>crush</s> thing for but there are some things that time cannot and ever will be able to smoothen out the creases, so that's no-man's land there in pursuing the person and all.<br /><br />Which brings me back to the dream. It happened like this. The group of us were at a party or something where there were lots of other guests, plenty of food, good music, and formal looking people there as well. Nothing sleazy or dodgy, just a fun little event where everyone seemed nice and dressed pretty and handsomely, and made small talk with each other. We were mingling around, having fun, talking to people and then I finally got around to talking to him and we chatted and was friendly enough as usual. No suspicious activity to suggest anything more, yet.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />When we were going up a small flight of stairs to get some food, he casually put his arm around my waist and gently directed me in the way of whatever we were ooh-ing and aah-ing then. So I responded innocently by placing my hand on one of his arms and suddenly we got a bit too touchy feely even for my taste and comfort zone since we were in a public place and we weren't even in a relationship lest I know him well enough yet. There wasn't anything to be censored going on but just that it felt like things were taking several leaps and bounds too fast.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I could feel eyes poking and pricking the back of my head already but we just somewhat continued as normal and suddenly he held my hand and led me somewhere else. Then, a couple of people approached us and we sort of parted for a while to join the others and continued our mingling.<br /><br />It was just weird. He is cute, his charm oozes when he speaks, his eyes deep-set, and his smile practically screams a certain sparkle there, but like I said, time can't be the healer or cure of everything.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Perhaps prayer, a little bit of hope, and a whole lot of faith will bring me closer to the answer I'm searching for.<br /><br />In the mean time, at least there's one guy whom I know I can always ogle at though my reach is light years away from him. Nonetheless, I am contented with that knowledge just as long as he continues to bring sexy back every now and then.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/ng/mo/premiere_photo/20070122/15/3553695326.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/ng/mo/premiere_photo/20070122/15/3553695326.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Milo "Droolness, Hotness, Nekkidness" Ventimiglia</span></span><br /></span></div></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-24109580602391025372007-06-03T08:10:00.000+10:002007-06-03T21:53:03.553+10:00questions (un)answered<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How do you know if you really know a person?<br /><br />Even when it's only been less than two months or so.<br /><br />Would it mean more significant if you started having dreams about him/her?<br /><br />If that dream came about because you managed to will yourself into dreaming about him/her.<br /><br />Does it say something about yourself when you begin missing him/her even before he/she has left?<br /><br />When you purportedly started a tiny chain of meetings that you know he/she has to see you again before he/she leaves for that uncharted place.<br /><br />Would one go so far as to hunt for a farewell gift even when you know you barely know him/her and he/she knows that too?<br /><br />And it's even more difficult when you can sense a connection you've never had that luxury for a long time.<br /><br />What do you do when all your anticipation and hopes into getting into a chance meeting with him/her are all you have in this time of stress and dilemma?<br /><br />And you sadly realize albeit too late that dreams are all you have to cherish those moments together.<br /><br />(Tiny teensy detail update on the dream that I just managed to somehow recall about. It was an image of one of my current favourite person combined with a disgusting habit I very recently discovered that someone close to me developed.)<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-7849533528613850002007-05-20T22:01:00.000+10:002007-05-20T22:19:53.649+10:00triple threat<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The usual dreaming suspects cropped up again last night when I was visited by the sandman.<br /><br />The first dream involved a guy I know who is pretty well known so names will not be mentioned but let's just say that he has a history but just not with me. I just remembered a lot of water everywhere and that he was mopping it all up for some reason and there was a lot of other girls flocking around him as well, which isn't that far removed from reality actually.<br /><br />The second dream was me sitting in this huge lecture hall with a few other people and one of my previous lecturers was there as well. He was directing us to do something or listen to him or other.<br /><br />The third dream is just a blank to me.<br /><br />I only know that there was three dreams happening last night where I weaved in and out of the dreams. Sort of like moving from one room to the other but the story line continuing despite me being gone so there were some gaps of memory there.<br /><br />Water always seem to be a recurring theme in my dreams. Wet dreams anyone?<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-44841035429715314192007-05-09T15:01:00.000+10:002007-05-09T15:16:25.677+10:00valiant fare<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's one freakishly surreal nightmare after another.<br /><br />Last night's one was no different. It's been a rather long break since I last dreamed a nightmare which literally had me spooked for quite a long while before I managed to return back to sleep.<br /><br />The basic premise was just that my house was being attacked for some reason. Maybe another terrorist attack as like a <a href="http://dreamaviator.blogspot.com/2006/08/resurrected.html" target="_blank">previous dream</a> a long time ago. My family was around me and I had to use the bathroom for a moment. I was washing my hands when gun shots were heard from outside but I was probably too stunned to do anything but just stood there with the water running and not doing anything to help my family or whatever.<br /><br />After a whole minute, I opened the door and saw that my dad was slumped over in a heap with blood all over his body and my mom and my brothers staring in shock and disbelief over what was happening.<br /><br />My mother started screaming at me why didn't I get shot too because apparently the bathroom was shot at as well. It just felt for a moment that she wanted me to be the one lying on the floor drenched in blood rather than my dad.<br /><br />My dad was breathing heavily and exasperatedly. We were basically panicking and screaming at each other over what to do. No one seemed to think of calling an ambulance or the police.<br /><br />It was then that I woke up and realised that I was back in my room and not surrounded by crazy shouting family members and blood soaked dying people.<br /><br />Why do my dreams all end gory and painfully?<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-55765915163367975872007-03-18T16:22:00.000+11:002007-03-18T16:40:18.269+11:00lapsing away<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I guess I have to admit first that this isn't so much of a dream but more of another strange occurrence that happened early this morning.<br /><br />I think it's called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis" target="_blank">sleep paralysis</a> but it seemed a lot more terrifying than being described. I guess it could be attributed to that whole folk tales retelling in a predominantly superstitious family and community where I was brought up in and still am surrounded by even though I am miles away from my origins, so to speak.<br /><br />Anyway it had to do with this weird sensation of first realizing that the top of my blanket around my chest area was being shifted or rifled slightly and then there was a weight being pressed down upon my chest as if there was some presence sitting atop me. I couldn't really move or more like I was afraid of moving the top half of my body. My eyes were closed the entire time as well because I was too, admittedly scared to see what was really happening to my body.<br /><br />Despite it all sounding very dodgy and fake but frankly very aptly constructed, it really did happen to me early this morning just moments when I awoken. The feeling or sensation eventually passed after a minute or so and I didn't want to get up for fear that something might happen or it might occur again.<br /><br />However, after looking up some online resources about this sort of occurrences I feel slightly better as it seems to be fairly common and not at all strange. I just hope that this one was the last feeling that I would experience as it is not a nice one to imagine nor go through with.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-84979422905246770112007-03-03T12:46:00.000+11:002007-03-03T12:56:14.503+11:00unlike reality<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Throughout the night images of swapping classes to this one particular day kept replaying and recurring in my head almost as if it was meant to happen.<br /><br />So, upon waking up I immediately turned on the computer, logged on the class-swapping website thing-o and painfully waited to try to successfully changed the allocated class which I do not want to the one I really wanted.<br /><br />Albeit unsuccessfully of course.<br /><br />And I actually really thought that I could change my class today even. Bah!<br /><br />Another subconscious reality laden dream, another night.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-456559260042995092007-01-22T14:21:00.000+11:002007-01-22T14:30:03.737+11:00too real<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Suddenly dreaming became all too real an experience for me to handle. It came in the form of last night's dream which I'm too convinced to believe that it is a sign or omen but I don't want it to be true.<br /><br />It was about our house almost getting broken into where the robber attacked my mother while she was getting inside the car as we were pulling out from inside our house. I was still inside the car as he sprang from nowhere and wanted to get inside the car first but it was locked. So he being frustrated pushed my mother down and began pounding on the front door of the house to let him in seeing as his plans probably went awry so needed another one.<br /><br />That was when I woke up.<br /><br />This isn't the first time I've had dreams like this. But it felt so much real this time. I stayed awake for some time before I managed to fall back asleep in the middle of the night trying to convince myself that it was just a dream. But I know otherwise.<br /><br />I can't explain it but I know it's just not a dream but something much more.<br /><br />I just hope and pray that I'm wrong.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-21733089042602580892007-01-21T14:15:00.000+11:002007-01-21T17:24:26.894+11:00waking life<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Even though it only lasted for but less than ten seconds, it was a very odd dream to say the least. It was like deja vu but not.<br /><br />It was more like waking twice or dreaming that you were dreaming. I knew that I woke up from the dream that I had when I was dreaming that I had it by checking what time it was. Then when I actually totally woke up I realised that it was just a dream that I had when I just dreamt it up.<br /><br />Does this make any sense?<br /><br />Not to me at least.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-89655312568980788062006-12-20T17:14:00.000+11:002006-12-20T18:20:00.813+11:00deja vu, deja vu<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was another one of those 'day dreams' thing where life just kind of blends in with the un-reality.<br /><br />It started off pretty odd where I was preparing for an exam except that I had already received my results for that particular test and I was sitting for it again. Weirdness.<br /><br />Anyway, the oddliness doesn't stop there. A few people was there including A* who was sort of sitting for the same test as I am or maybe we were just going to the same venue for the test as me. The next moment we were at the exam venue except that we were in my old high school where the exam was being held. There were lots of other people there as well just that I don't recognize them or that maybe I just didn't get a good look at the faces in time for me to recognize them.<br /><br />The next thing that happened was us making our way past hordes of people to get to our exam venue in one of the halls in the school compound. I for one thing don't remember my old high school being so huge but it is a dream so I guess it can be as huge or small as you want it to be.<br /><br />Then suddenly A* decided to want to have lunch at this place not too far from the school and presto we were at the place wading our way through more throngs of people to a table where two other people was already there. I only recognised or recalled one of the two persons there whom was quite a prominent figure in my ex-residential college back in Melbourne. I wasn't close to him nor did I know him well enough but somehow he managed to pop into my dream. Let's just call him H* for now.<br /><br />So H* was waiting for us apparently and we had a normal lunch as far as normal dream lunch can get. I mainly recall myself just checking my watch constantly to see if we were late or not. I remember telling myself that the test would start at 5.30pm and that we were going to be late if we didn't leave very soon. Soon after, A* got up and then we left for the exam once again.<br /><br />I swear that we were quite far away from the school but somehow the next second we were right back there again. We passed several people until we stopped and talked briefly to two other ex-IHers except that the strangest thing was that A* only talked to K*H instead of D* whom she would usually talk to instead of the former. Just an odd thing that I noticed I guess.<br /><br />Somehow we managed to make it in time for the test to start on the dot. During the test, the strangest thing I noticed about my desk was that there was some past year papers of the same test that I was sitting for and that there were additional notes on it as well. Like it was tempting me to take it and copy from them. Also there was this other ex-IHer sitting in front of me as well, D*C and A* was next to me in the exam hall.<br /><br />The next thing that happened was me scribbling some answers and then I woke from my slumber.<br /><br />Overall just another ordinary extraordinary dream.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-75991535400403366182006-12-15T16:59:00.000+11:002006-12-16T01:14:26.886+11:00drenched once, twice shy<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A guy named Mike Sloan(e) invaded my head last night while in slumber. The whole dream lacked the usual somewhat credibility that I give my dreams more than normal.<br /><br />First of all, it took place in a public shower area not unlike that found in the Prison Break showers. Next, it was a co-ed showers where men and women shared a communal shower. Together. Yes. Not joking here. Dreams rarely joke with you even though it seems like one.<br /><br />And this Mike Sloan(e) guy kept appearing in and out of the dream. First in the showers then later on in another part of an unrelated dream to the co-ed shower dream.<br /><br />I have no idea who he is or what and why the hell did I dream about such a random dude for. He actually looked a bit like Lane Garrison and Michael J. Fox combined. If ever there were such a person of course.<br /><br />Anyway, this is not the first in a long series of weird dreams I've been having the past few days since the beginning of the week. I predict more will arise in the coming days.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-41680924957532371122006-12-07T13:38:00.001+11:002006-12-08T15:25:45.131+11:00what went wrong<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I don't know if I should feel disturbed or perplexed by last night's dream.<br /><br />The first part or maybe second, I don't really remember the sequence of when took place earlier or later, might probably have stemmed from my incessant obsession with a certain show called 'Prison Break' for the past week.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />I could've sworn that I wasn't actually in a dream if I hadn't w</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">oken up from it. I was surrounded by the Fox River Eight in a place which might have been outside the prison walls which means they've escaped and I might have been aiding them or something to escape from the bastardized hands of Bellick and Mahone. Anyway, with the details of the actual events of my dream slipping away now, all I c</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">an visually and </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">correctly recall is that Abruzzi kissed me on the mouth.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yeah. Why couldn't it have been Wentworth Miller?</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Believe me I want to know why it wasn't him who was in my dream. It was odd and surreal in a way that I actually thought it was reality. Somehow I actually wished it was real but only for a moment.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqNjBTPhEk0/RXjoOQe4KQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RYzOD5BuQaU/s1600-h/went_031.r.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqNjBTPhEk0/RXjoOQe4KQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RYzOD5BuQaU/s320/went_031.r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006006317462595842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On to the second part of the dream, I had met up with several friends, both old and new, in this market or night market and was just generall milling around and talking and chatting about our life in general and all that. This wasn't the weird part of the dream but just something I felt need to be said just for posterity of it.<br /><br />Some dreams are just not meant to be decrypted. But I'm sure I've said this before anyway.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-47772864310846256752006-11-20T00:44:00.000+11:002006-11-20T00:53:11.702+11:00normalcy oddity<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I really did intend and planned to post about my three consecutive and odd dreams for the past few days but things came up like exams and stuff happened.<br /><br />I can barely recall the gist of the dreams I experienced. All I can remember is that at least two out of three of them involved him. Again.<br /><br />It's become such an anomaly that it's actually normalcy now.<br /><br />I really need to be quick in detailing my dreams the moment I wake up to be able to actually have a decent dream journal that I can be proud of despite the slightly embarrassing people in my dreams and things that happen in them.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-80828280151486580022006-11-09T16:01:00.000+11:002006-11-11T18:18:33.234+11:00illusionist<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Maybe it's just bad luck or perhaps it's something more than that. Might be a premonition instigating something more. Or maybe none at all.<br /><br />In any case, it actually took me about two seconds to realise that it was a dream and didn't take place in reality last night. The dream involved me going down to the dining hall to refill my bottle with water when I passed the girl dutifully studying more than usual. In reality, the guy wasn't there. But in my dream he was. I hadn't realised it yet but maybe there was a pang of jealousy beckoning to me at the back of my mind when I saw him with the girl.<br /><br />My luck couldn't possibly get any better or worse than this when you dream about the same guy for the fourth time in five dreams.<br /><br />Fifth time will be the charmed one going off her rockers.<br /><br />Good day and good night.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-3585711394878695662006-11-07T17:19:00.000+11:002006-11-07T17:31:55.415+11:00cheesy cracks<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Deviating from the usual blogging routine on the other blog, this is just a dream I had last night or maybe two nights ago which is beyond my simple intellect and comprehension. It could be partly due to the stress and cramming precepitating from studying for finals and yet I'm here right now in the middle of it all blogging about some insignificant dream I recalled from last night.<br /><br />Alright the gist of it had me serving cheese and crackers to a bunch of guys whom I incidentally know but don't understand the relation to why I actually dreamt of them. It was like my brain automatically randomly picked out some guys from deep within my mind and 'pop' there they are.<br /><br />Why not him is what I want to know?<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-29101043327576434902006-11-04T09:54:00.001+11:002006-11-04T13:29:11.589+11:00thrice the luck<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Third time's the charm? Not necessarily.<br /><br />I don't know how much more lucky I can get to actually have a third dream with the same guy on three consecutive dream nights (Not in three days but just the same guy in every dream since the last one).<br /><br />I can't even recall what last night's one was about but it was definitely taking place in college with a few other random people except that the only person I could remember was him. The topic was vaguely revolving around religion and Christianity and what makes a devout and true Christian.<br /><br />Like does not going to church every Sunday make one less of a Christian and hence you're losing your faith in the Lord? Is one's faith measured by the perseverence of prayers and longstanding-ness in church and how much you contribute to it? Does reading the bible every night bring one closer to the Lord? How does one quantify a person's faith in their own religion (whether it is Christianity, Buddhism, Islam, or Hinduism)? Can it be measured in the first place?<br /><br />And does it help that the guy is an atheist.<br /><br />All this just three days before the first day of my finals. Screw this shit.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-79645208639376813702006-10-28T16:59:00.001+10:002006-10-28T16:59:52.865+10:00naivety eats me<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two dreams happened in just one night a few days ago.<br /><br />The first one was pretty random things occuring one after another with lots of people in the dream. Can't remember the exact details but it was just another weird dream.<br /><br />The second one began right after the first one ended with the same guy again as in the previous dream. There was some really odd and dodgy stuff going on so I won't reiterate it here. Just that the main point of the night before is why him again?<br /><br />It's not that I want to have anything to do with him or particular feelings for him. It just happened.<br /><br />Perhaps it's just the oddity in me working overtime in the last few days. Combined with a few drinking sessions infused with poker and bridge card games, and Kings drinking game, and you've got a pretty screwed head.<br /><br />Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-91917035127775032512006-10-14T19:47:00.000+10:002006-10-16T23:47:10.508+10:00twice the trouble<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lightning does strike the same place twice. At least for me it does.<br /><br />I had another one of those dreams about a certain guy person whom I might or might not have a possible crush developing in its early stages.<br /><br />Just to detract a bit, the colours in dreams apparently tell a lot about the overall mood, person, yourself and atmosphere of the dream. So I will attempt to describe this dream in some what that order.<br /><br />The dream started off with the guy and I talking and getting a bit close to each other which if I recalled was a cold night hence the closeness. We were excited about attending a comedy act or show in this place 'Comedy House' or 'Comedy Club' where popular comedians come and do their act for a crowd of easy-going people. When we got there there was a long line of people waiting to get into the club. There were lots of bright and colourful lights everywhere we went.<br /><br />I felt really contented and happy throughout the dream just being with him by my side. It was a normal date thing but not to the extent that we were in a relationship. I don't remember if we actually got into the club but it ended on a relatively happy note I would say. I remember waking up feeling more cheerful than usual despite it being so early in the morning.<br /><br />The guy is someone whom I never thought I would actually sort of fall for or think of him in that context or way. Why him? Well it could be attributed to us just talking a bit more recently or maybe stemming from my own weird complexities regarding "taken" people. Me falling for "taken" people has already happened twice so far in this year alone. There really must be something wrong with me I think.<br /><br />Anyway, with the dream locked away in the back of my little mind, I really shouldn't let it get to me and in the way of my every day life.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I mean like him not calling me last night even though he said he would doesn't mean anything. Does it?</span><br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-1157530980464534392006-09-06T18:19:00.000+10:002006-09-06T18:23:00.473+10:00orgas-m<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Him. It was another dream about the guy again.<br /><br />Except I can't seem to be able to regurgitate what happened in that dream here now. I just know that he was in it and that I was happy to see him that I didn't realise that I was actually dreaming till I was rudely awaken by the cheerless tone of my alarm.<br /><br />I want to be with him.<br /><br />And yet I don't because I know I can't.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-1154791141754185952006-08-06T01:14:00.000+10:002006-08-06T01:19:02.143+10:00resurrected<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I died. But I'm still here.<br /><br />Had one of the scariest and most surreal dream the night before. I was apparently caught in a building complex place where the building was being attacked by terrorists or some assassinating group of people and I was stuck in it with this whole other bunch of people. Screams of terror echoed off the walls and gun shots pierced the hallowed hallways and corridors. I quickly escaped into a restroom where I then proceeded to hide myself in one of the stalls for whatever reason. I think there were a few other people in there as well already. Then a moment later, one of the terrorists invaders slash attackers came into the restroom and banged on the doors to check if anyone was in there. I heard him starting to shoot down the people inside the stalls one by one until I realised he was right outside my own stall. My mind raced insanely and rapidly about my life and all and how that I could and very possibly die right then and there. Then came the fatal shot that went through my abdomen and I immediately started to bleed out.<br /><br />I heard him leave thereafter leaving us all to bleed to our deaths. I rememebered thinking that this was really how I was dying and that it was all going to end. It was a fairly quick and gnawingly slow effect that death had on me. I recalled being unable to move, then not being able to breathe properly and then finally my eyes closing sealing the living world away from me.<br /><br />I awoke to my amazement that it was actually all a dream as it had felt so real and that I really thought that I had died. Maybe this is really the life after death. And that I actually had already died in a previous life which I unknowingly dreamt and all that I've been experiencing is really all a dream. That this all isn't real.<br /><br />How does one ascertain the dream from the reality? I'm just too afraid as of now to determine that.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-1153458882964887152006-07-21T13:10:00.000+10:002006-07-21T15:14:42.973+10:00quandary<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Really had three consecutive dreams in the past three nights but decided to actually post about them after last night's one.<br /><br />The previous ones involved myself sitting for examinations again in Melbourne, being late for exams, and the dream last night had me meeting up with a friend who does not resemble anything like I know her in reality.<br /><br />Can't say much about the dreams now as I've forgotten most of the details but feel free to dissect them and give me your thoughts and views on them.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763855.post-1149294874791844722006-06-03T10:31:00.000+10:002006-10-14T20:17:59.312+10:00luck had nothing to do with it<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not the oddest dream I've ever had yet but it's still up there on my "Weird Dreams Ever" list.<br /><br />The atmosphere of the whole dream felt like I was actually living another ordinary day. But with the "person"; V. It wasn't until I woke up that I knew it was a dream. It felt like the beginning of this initially non-relationship thing we had but then in the dream we sort of became closer until he could actually reach for my hand and interlock our fingers together. And this wasn't in some secluded or where it was only the both of us but with alot of people around as well. He just started holding my hand, cupping I suppose, and then before I knew it we were stuck to each other by our hands.<br /><br />It went on for about the whole day until I woke up of course. Just the two of us being together without letting our hands part. It was a nice feeling. Definitely.<br /><br />But the problem is that I don't have any more attachments or feelings for V. Not now and probably not in the future. This is the third dream I've had that involved him in the picture. So it was a bit of an odd feeling for me when I woke up to find that I actually dreamt of him and that I really didn't feel that attraction even slightly. Not the least bit. In addition to that fact, I think he doesn't as well even though I felt like he did show some interest in the beginning but I think we've come to this unsaid but mutual understanding that we may not be right for each other even though I/he used to like him/me.<br /><br />Do I feel sad? Not really. Do I wish that I actually still had those diminished feelings? Possibly.<br /><br />This is probably due to the large fact that I think I actually retain those lost and found feelings I've felt for J since early this semester. Somehow talking to him yesterday managed to resurrect those burried and that I had thought was long gone feelings. Which I really do wish it remained tucked away somewhere in my mind.<br /><br />But anyway, the conclusion is that I always dream about the oddest things and at the most awkward times and moments.<br /></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999361616638296437noreply@blogger.com0