Like I've mentioned, I dream a lot. This time, it was us, human race, vulnerable to the invasion of aliens, we have to walk the streets with extra care. We supposedly maintain a harmonious relationship with these aliens. They don't exactly are the typical hideous, dismembered creatures as they are frequently portrayed in films and art pieces alike. They look exactly like us, but perhaps, they operate their daily lives with a more degenerate set of mannerism that they are still trying to hone. the resulting effect is the need for us to accomodate and accept that they bring in these crude demeanour. I remember once I occupied the seats in a restaurant and a family of four came sitting on our table seeing that we were about to finish, and did not even have the intention to ask before they "snatched" the table. I was so angry I wanted to confront them but apparently they possess supernatural powers and a mystic aura that was frightening and dominating at the same time. My friends pulled me away and there was nothing I could do.
We finally acquired the ways of teleportation, where it involves the disintegration of human into molecules and somehow, these molecules probably get replicated elsewhere and built into a real human. The old molecules, upon the succession of building of the new one, self-destructs. This isn't exactly the best kind of technology because it provides a means of villains to infiltrate the city to cause more social problems. and as the aliens' technique is more advanced, they again, gain the upper edge. We humans, are supressed in many ways from having the common sense not to agitate the aliens. However, for some reason, my family was particularly under the watch and threat of these aliens. We went on a trip to the USA, with dad and younger brother. Elder brother was to join but he would be later. We travelled by means of teleportation. I asked elder brother to bring me my favourite toy over because I forgot. He had it, but somehow the aliens got it back through means of teleportation I think. my favourite toy was somehow gone. I was so angry. But I was helpless.
Then, we went out on the streets. somehow we were driving and a group of american intelligencers hopped onto our van with a criminal. I was charged to ensure the criminal could not escape. They had a complicated lock on the criminal's hands tied to the handlebars in the car. It was an extremely complicated puzzle that only people with a certain IQ can untangle themselves from it. somehow the criminal did and he opened the door slightly. I held onto his pants with my whole life to ensure he does not escape. I talked to him with much gentleness and pleaded him not to run. He then harrassed me sexually and looked at me with lasciviciously with a perverse look. I felt as if I was already "eaten up" by him. But he still submitted to me in the end and seemingly trusted me.
The scenes shifted and I was doing shopping with the girls. wee ling pestered me to go to bangkok (and so it was in real life because she was not in the best company). We roamed and it was filled with spooky clowns and wax figures set up as part of an artistic display. I did not freak out and it appears as if it was the norm in that world, that such typical icons of fright were much embraced as art. but now that I think about it, I shudder.
Then we happily went out on the streets, I knew I was scared somehow but I don't know why. I went ahead and when I was about to cross the road, I was held back by Jordan. Then, I witnessed the most horrific accident ever. a truck about 10 to 15 metres long, it was a colossal monster truck, so huge that it probably have the capacity to hold a few thousand people. it did a 3 point turn on the highway. but when it was about to turn into the other lane, the engine probably proved too much of a force. it went straight, the driver tried to swerve into the lane right, in trying to navigate from a tight corner, a compellingly violent centrifugal force pulled the monster truck to the right, compromised at least 1 km of the entire stretch of highway walls, and the truck descended from the height.
It all happened in 3 seconds. I was stupefied. so stunned I couldnt move. I quickly ran to the catastrophic scene. The monster truck pulled alot of cars along with it. all I see is a pool of blood stained river and heaps of bodies. What innocent lives.
I wake up in shock and perspiration. my heart could not stop pumping. my head was so heavy I could not wake up entirely. All these nightmarish scenes starts to fade while I document my dream. But I still can't shake the feeling of dread and fear away. I kept wishing boyfriend was here to hug me. he's not. So I cover myself in blanket and I feel so much like crying.
Those are definitely reflections of how tortured I feel in real life. By the bad decisions I've made and the people I disappoint on a daily basis.
Alien episode: existed to keep my mortal urges in check. They show how ugly my behaviour recently was and the fact that I was disgusted by their ill manners simply reminded me how much I don't want to be like them.
Teleportation: An easy runaway tool but it has its disadvantages. In fact the kind of runaway mechanism in here is flight in the most extreme form ever. it reminded me of the ills of running away and how I could lose people of the things I love in reality. I really learned my lesson. Sometimes I guess, I just have to face up to issues and never take flight.
FBI episode: criminal invigilating. reminds me of my powers of persuasion I guess? for my literature essay? The sexual harrassment must have stemmed from my reading of multiple critical appreciation essays that revolves around the topic of sexuality and woman as the subject of men's basal desires. Yeah I study these. It's the human condition so don't judge. Human condition: Birth, sex, death. The 3 things that every human is bound to experience unless you're telling me you're a celibate priest or nun. okay. period.
shopping: echoing my longing for freedom to shop perhaps. but the clowns and frightening towns perhaps exist to remind me of my artsy fartsy exams that I still have to face, they should be there to curb my urges. & perhaps at the same time, to remind me not to burn my pocket and to keep me away from the shops. but seriously. clowns and scarecrows? It's a little extreme brain, don't you think. This time u carried the joke wayyyy too far.
monster truck catasprophe: my life was saved, thank god. But the thousands of people who died? I seriously don't know what to interpret of this. I don't want to think of this. This one seriously is the most grim and gruesome one. oh lord please help me.
my active mind just can't give me the peace I need. Someone please help my tortured mind cease thinking.
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