collection of short dreams

I was there in my home… yet strangely it wasn’t my home… and yet it all looked too familiar. I then realized, the layout, the furniture… I was there in my old home.

The phone rang and as my mum walked to answer it, my heart whispered… “She’s dead.” And in my mind, the image of a friend appeared. I shook the thought off and looked straight at my mum. She then turned to me and broke the news to me, “Your friend just passed away.”

My stomach felt queasy. “Is it K.Z?” I asked. My mum nodded. Strangely she wasn’t at all surprised that I hit the nail with my first guess.

The next few scenes were blurry… all I could remember now was speaking to my deceased friend’s sister (which was impossible cos she was the only child) and being told not to reveal it to her mum.

I should’ve written the dream down the very day I had it. Now I can’t remember very clearly except for the creepy fact. A similar incident had once happened in reality when I was much younger… that tiny whisper… I was so afraid that it would repeat itself.

I was advised not to reveal it to my friend, but my worried self couldn’t help it but to immediately contact her after the dream… She seemed fine. She was looking for a new job. And that sort of calmed me down.

I think there shouldn’t be anything to worry about…

Because death may also mean a new beginning…

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I was having lunch with two old secondary school classmates… the guy was sharing with us how he got to know this new girl recently.

Weirdly, the scene changed to his date scene. There he was seated opposite of the girl, chatting animatedly and happily. I couldn’t see her except for her back view… she had short wavy hair. They seemed to be having a good time schmoozing.

Then my friend said to her that he was meeting his friend for the next appointment. Suddenly, his friend appeared right next to him. The sort of appearance that would call for a special audio effect sound *ting!* And then from then on the girl didn’t seem too pleased and everything else turned awry.

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I was lying on my bed when I received a text message on my phone, “If given the opportunity to say something to guys, what would you say?”

It was ridiculous, I know! Yet it carried a serious host-like tone kind of like the sort a Miss World presenter would have. And the hilarious thing was that I actually took the question seriously.

There I was pondering and deliberating on it as if my life depended on it. After much thought, I finally answered.

“Why is it that guys don’t listen?”